The hospital corridor was silent early in the morning, while the lights in the operating room had been on for ten hours.

Justin's lean figure sat unmovingly on the long bench. He had a calm expression, but his heavy gaze and bulging veins on his arms revealed his nervousness.

However, the people more nervous than him were the Jones siblings sitting opposite him, Coral and Jerell.

Jerell still did not know that his sister was suffering in the Iverson family. He was in disbelief that the people who ultimately stepped in to save his father were not the Iversons, whom they had always relied on, but Bella Thompson.

After half an hour, the lights went out.

The siblings grasped each other's hand tightly, and Justin stood up.

When the door opened, Bella walked out of the operation room, dressed in green surgical robes, looking exhausted.

the mask, only revealing her clear,

suddenly

Little Dove, who fought alongside him on the battlefield

how could

could

had gone to Kridor. They loved each other, and he told her everything about him.

Little Dove, the one he had

hands trembled

lungs

his throat. Just

"Ms. Bella, my father..."

parted her pale and dry lips. She was filled with anxiety but did not dare to ask further, afraid

took off her

sweaty face. She heaved a breath of relief. "The surgery was very successful,

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