Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 571

Chapter 571

Time had never crawled like this before.

It dragged on, stretching out like eleven endless years.

Vince stood up and walked over.

He let out a weary sigh.

Timothy had always been ruthless, capable of doing the most unthinkable things to Jessy-but Vince could never bring himself to be that heartless. No matter how

hard he tried, he simply couldn't stop caring about Timothy.

They'd grown up together. Thirty years of friendship.

At last, the doors to the operating room swung open.

The Lawsons immediately crowded around, bombarding the doctors with anxious questions.

Their voices overlapped in a surge of panic and desperation, making the doctors' heads spin.

"Enough! Quiet down!" one of the doctors barked, exasperated. "All this noise isn't helping the patient's recovery!"

Instantly, silence fell. The waiting room felt still, heavy with fear and hope.

At least, no one had said the worst. No one had announced a death.

A doctor stepped forward. "The internal bleeding wasn't fatal. We've managed to take care of it. The real danger was the brain hemorrhage. We performed a craniotomy, and the surgery was a success. But the next seventy-two hours are critical. If there's no further bleeding and the patient regains consciousness after three days, then he'll be out of danger."

managed to snatch him back from the

days still hung over them like

as she asked, "And if he doesn't make it through the

vegetative state. For now, he'll be in intensive care, monitored by our best team. When he's brought out, please keep

collapsed again, overcome by

too old for this

never living up to expectations. And

hurried over and began emergency

like everyone's blood pressure had been

nurses wheeled Timothy out of

swollen and ghostly pale. Dried, dark blood clung to his lips. His head had been shaved and was now bandaged in layers of white gauze, held

her mouth,

tears twisted in a

down her fanguish,

but

couldn't make a

Naylor nearly fainted again.

really his

Nola's voice trembled, barely more than a whisper, choked

jaw,

tried to stand, but Herbert

hospital bed. Jessica could only the outline of Timothy's body through the crowd; his face

saw the nurses holding up

steady beeping

and, his voice hoarse, asked, "Do you want

mind echoed with

confrontation with Timothy, the time she demanded to know how