Mrs. Winslet had only stopped by briefly the day before yesterday, unable to commit to the usual two-hour daily tutoring sessions.

No amount of money seemed enough to secure Mrs. Winslet's services anymore.

Morwenna could tell what Claude was implying and sighed before replying, "Alright, I'll swing by before school tomorrow."

"Thanks, Mrs. Winslet."

After setting things up with Claude, Morwenna put down her phone and continued to wait.

Whether it was because Jethro's situation was too critical or not, another two hours passed, and it wasn't until 1 A.M. that the lights outside the operating room finally turned off.

Violet rushed to the operating room doors.

Morwenna quickly got up and followed.

The doors opened.

"How is he? How's my son?" Violet asked frantically.

"The surgery went well. He's out of danger now but will need to stay in the ICU for a few days. Family members can't visit just yet," responded the assisting surgeon. Violet, caught between tears and laughter, didn't even think to thank Dr. Fletcher.

people responsible for her son's condition in the first place; saving him was the least they could do. Why should she offer thanks for that? Dr. Fletcher wasn't concerned with Violet's gratitude. His decision to help wasn't influenced by the Gallaghers in

asked, "Dr.

Dr. Fletcher paused.

ask how he

tired. It's physically demanding work, and I might be running low on sugar,"

and pulled out a piece of candy, offering

still gloved, Dr.

it up to his mouth, "A bit of

temptation, but Dr. Fletcher couldn't

watched him

better now," Dr. Fletcher reassured her

breathed a sigh

were leaving, Dr. Fletcher

had to leave for something," Morwenna

it's

rest could be handled by others; Dr. Fletcher didn't need

stumbled slightly,

about we grab something to eat

company for a meal, especially since he seemed on the verge of collapsing

probably still

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