No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 392



The sight of Milly's scowl, and even the tight fists she clenched in barely veiled jealousy, caught my eye as I leaned in closer.

A sudden tightness gripped my heart, and without thinking, I called out to her, "Milly."

Her gaze shifted from Fanny and Yates back to me, her response crisp and cold even before I could ask, "The patient will be moved to the observation room in half an hour."

With that, she turned and walked away, her frustration and anger palpable.

I nudged Ernest and whispered, "Jealous, much?"

Ernest, relieved by Susie's successful surgery, squeezed my hand tightly. "Yeah, Yates did well."

I looked from Yates, still holding Fanny, back to Ernest in confusion. He nodded at me.

It was then I realized Yates' public display wasn't just about embracing the one he loved; it was also a reminder to those harboring fantasies and a way to reassure Fanny.

Without Ernest pointing it out, I would have never thought of it. Men truly understand each other better.

"Mr. Collins, during the surgery, your sister lost a significant amount of blood, almost like undergoing a complete blood transfusion twice," Yates explained thoroughly. "So, she needs to be observed in the observation room. The next 78 hours are crucial for monitoring any rejection reactions, with a nurse tracking her condition closely to address any issues promptly."

That was professionalism at its finest.

I were aware of the risk of rejection, we couldn't help but feel anxious. "What

have a specific protocol for that, please rest assured," Yates replied, his tone light and

eased our worries

Ernest expressed his

glanced at Fanny by his side, a soft smile on his face. "You're friends with Susie; we're all in this together, no

usually bold and outspoken, stood quietly beside Yates, as docile as a quail,

has the power to soften

"Take

head

I teased Fanny with

to get some rest,

gently. "Yates doesn't to

obse and manageme

his real tasks."

looked at Yates, "Go on with your

a nod, Yates left, and as Fanny turned to leave, she gave

was just Ernest and me now, sharing a moment of understanding after

could

I said, reaching out to

warm embrace, his passion contrasting with