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.

her sympathetically. "Always so

I were never

night of being everything to each other result in a tragic case

of carrying a child and enduring

could they both nearly lose their lives

as they disappeared down the hallway and turned slowly, she said, "Let's go,

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

acknowledged, "Thank

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

thoughts of how to handle Penelope, he had

making sure everything was

Monica watched the car drive away. She complimented, "You may usually act like an easy-go-lucky person

said, "Did you think I was all

scoffed, lightly, "Until

and said, "It Seems that you've got me all wrong,

and remarked, "Give you a little sunshine, and you already start to

nearsighted or something?"

sudden question, Monica replied, "What do you mean? Have you ever seen

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

right," Monica mocked,

to The King Manor, feeling

order; the calmness belied the

the

She nodded her agreement.

bath had been drawn, and a fresh, clean nightgown had been laid

master bedroom, Kelvin's presence

overwhelming her as tears streamed down her

her and Kelvin turned

death of a child, a sacrifice

wasn't demeaning. Hating someone wasn't

love and hate for the

able to tell

in a haze, haunted by

nightmares, she was in an

forced to pick it up

hotel room, Kelvin whispering, "I

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