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.

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

Fletcher's exhaustion, Morwenna asked, "Dr. Vaughn, are you

Dr. Fletcher paused.

rare for anyone to ask how he was

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

and pulled out a piece of candy, offering it to

still gloved, Dr.

it up to his mouth,

like a forbidden temptation, but Dr. Fletcher couldn't help

watched him

better now,"

a sigh

leaving, Dr. Fletcher asked,

had to leave for

out, it's late," Dr.

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

Dr. Fletcher stumbled slightly, catching himself against

about we grab something to eat before heading

a meal, especially since he seemed on the

probably still at

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