The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 956

He couldn't just kill Sellers-not yet. Sellers had to stay alive, so he could suffer, slowly and thoroughly.

...

The next day, Stella's surgery was scheduled without delay.

Right before being wheeled into the operating room, something occurred to her.

"By the way, who brought me to the hospital?"

Abby replied, "It was a passerby who happened to be nearby. Luckily, they got you here in time. If you'd lost any more blood, things could've turned out much worse."

Stella nodded. "Did we thank them?"

Abby smiled. "We did. Neville gave them a generous reward to show our gratitude."

"Please thank Neville for me."

"I will."

Just then, someone knocked at the door; Mr. Burton stepped in.

"Stella, there's no need to worry," he said reassuringly. "This procedure is low-risk. I'll do everything I can to heal your hand."

Mr. Burton. It means a

any other patient, I'd do my

of comfort, the nurses wheeled Stella away to surgery.

operation dragged on for hours, stretching from morning into

the operating room lights flicked off, and they all hurried

exhausted. He hadn't performed such a long surgery in years; if it hadn't been for Stella, he wouldn't have come

he announced, pulling off his mask. The deep fatigue on his face was unmistakable. "But as I said before, Stella playing

and the others-Haynes, Neville, Foreman-couldn't hide their

small part of them had clung to hope for a

was already nothing

Soon

werella was wheeled out,

lying

bed.

lips pale, cheeks

brief moment, a murderous urge flared in his

Sellers

some work I need to

noticed him leave; their

one last look at her before

the middle of the night, then drifted back to