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 if

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

confidence eased our worries

Ernest expressed his gratitude once

face. "You're friends with Susie; we're all in

stood quietly beside Yates, as docile as a quail, truly serene and

the power to soften even the

"Take

head

teased Fanny with

get some rest,

"Yates

obse and manageme

his real tasks."

at Yates, "Go on with your work, see

turned to leave, she

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

we could relax a

I said, reaching out

into a warm embrace, his passion contrasting with Yates' reserved