Chapter 172 We Must Save Kelvin's Hand

The surgeon pulled down his mask. "Mr. Davis's condition is still critical. The injury to his arm is severe, with significant nerve damage due to repeated trauma and excessive blood loss. Currently, it's quite a challenge."

Penelope knew that if Kelvin hadn't pulled the knife out of his arm, the damage wouldn't be so severe.

"What can be done? How can we treat him?" she asked.

"Our team will convene to determine the best course of treatment," the surgeon responded, "For now, we must ensure Mr. Davis's hand remains immobile."

Grandpa Davis spoke up fiercely, "No matter what, we need to save Kelvin's hand!" The head of the Davis family, the CEO, crippled by this accident, would become the butt of every joke.

And Kelvin, the ever so proud and arrogant, how could he ever come to terms with such a debilitating reality...

The surgeon nodded. "We will certainly give it our all."

The operating room doors stood completely open, and a nurse wheeled out the stretcher.

Penelope could hardly bear to look.

Never before had she seen Kelvin in a weakened state, his handsome features pale and lacking his usual sharpness.

"Kelvin..." she whispered.

Penelope attempted to step forward but was preemptively blocked by Grandpa Davis. "Don't come any closer!" he commanded.

With an oxygen mask affixed and IV fluids running, Kelvin was escorted by the nurse, gradually fading from her sight...

Penelope could only watch helplessly.

Touching him, once a simple act, had become a luxury she couldn't afford.

Grandpa Davis, intent on following to the ward, turned back suddenly, "Penelope, now

that you've seen Kelvin, it's time for you to leave."

"Okay," she nodded, her voice barely above a murmur," I'll go."

She wasn't needed here; the Davis family didn't want to see her.

Staying would make her a burden, an imposition.

at her sympathetically. "Always

and I were never meant to be

being everything to each other result in a tragic

a child and enduring so much hardship

they both nearly lose their lives

down the hallway and turned slowly, she said, "Let's go, time to

a ride for you," Timothy said. "Don't overthink things. Just get

acknowledged, "Thank you, Mr.

do. After all, you're the apple of Kelvin's eye. He'll wake up, and everything will be easier then," Timothy

of how to handle

was all over the place, making

car drive away. She complimented, "You may usually act like an easy-go-lucky person but you sure know what you're doing

you think

"Until today, yeah,

and feeling slick, straightened his suit, and said, "It Seems that

a little sunshine, and you already start to

you nearsighted or

by Timothy's sudden question, Monica replied, "What do you mean? Have

you're on novi L5s.com for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a

not nearsighted, why can't you see clearly?" Timothy teased. "How can you overlook

right," Monica

returned to The King

in perfect order; the calmness

Davis, you're back," said the butler.

She nodded her agreement.

had been drawn, and a fresh, clean

master bedroom,

bed, a sudden sadness overwhelming her as tears streamed down

between her and Kelvin turned

a child, a sacrifice made to save a

wasn't demeaning. Hating someone wasn't

the heart was feeling both love and hate for the same

able to tell which was

sleep in a

one of the nightmares, she was in an asylum, ostracized,

pick it

her in a hotel room, Kelvin whispering, "I

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