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."

It means a lot that you came all this way

you were any other patient, I'd do my utmost. That's

of comfort, the nurses wheeled Stella away to surgery. Haynes, Neville, Foreman, and Abby waited anxiously

dragged on for hours, stretching from morning

last, the operating room lights flicked off, and they all

exhausted. He hadn't performed such a long surgery in years; if it hadn't been

went well," he announced, pulling off his mask. The deep fatigue on his face was unmistakable. "But as I said before, Stella playing the violin again will

eyes dimmed, and the others-Haynes, Neville,

the likely outcome, but still, a small part of

hand at all was already nothing short of a

Soon

werella was wheeled out,

lying

bed. Her

pale, cheeks swollen

painfully. For a brief moment, a murderous

Sellers and Leonard's

have some work I need to

really noticed him leave; their attention was

at her before turning

in the middle of the night, then drifted