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.

we couldn't help but feel anxious. "What

rest assured," Yates replied, his

confidence eased our worries

expressed his gratitude once

by his side, a soft smile on his face. "You're friends with Susie; we're all in this

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

has the power to

"Take

head to the

teased Fanny

get some rest,

"Yates doesn't to rest.

obse and manageme

his real tasks."

at Yates, "Go on with your work, see you

as Fanny turned to leave, she gave me a

a moment of understanding after hours of

could relax a

said, reaching out to

pulled me into a warm embrace, his passion contrasting with Yates'