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."

means a lot that you came all

any other patient, I'd

a few more words of comfort, the nurses wheeled Stella away to

operation dragged on for hours, stretching from morning into the evening as dusk settled

off, and they all hurried

Burton emerged, looking exhausted. He hadn't performed such a long surgery in years;

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

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

this was the likely outcome, but still, a small part of them had

saving Stella's hand at all was already nothing short

Soon

werella was wheeled out,

lying

her bed. Her

lips pale, cheeks swollen from

a brief moment,

Sellers and

a hoarse voice, Foreman muttered, "I have some work I need to take

leave;

took one last look at her

in the middle of the night,