The Sway and Slide of Love by Jean Song

Chapter 508 Hendrix stood just outside the hospital room.

He was dressed in black again today. He seemed thinner, and his features were more defined. And combined with his tall, commanding figure, he gave off an intense sense of oppression.

But Noelle wasn't intimidated in the slightest. She simply stood calmly in front of him.

Hendrix swept his gaze over her from head to toe, then asked, "When did you go see my mother?"

Noelle didn't answer.

His voice tightened. "Do you know how old she is this year?"

"I know."

"And you're still going to let her go through with this surgery?"

Noelle remained silent for a moment before slowly curling her lips into a faint smile. "Then, do you know how old Rosie is this year?"

Hendrix frowned.

old. Or to be exact, she's 29 months and 7 days old," she said. "The doctor told me that now is the best time for her treatment. So, Mr. Freeman, what do you think I should do? Should I just stand by and

continue. She had always found superstitions ridiculous and never believed in them. But when it came to

God during those dark days. The word "die"

a long moment before asking, "So, that's your excuse for forcing my

sorry, but I had no

to explain to him, nor could she be bothered. After all, Beatrice had already signed the surgery consent form. And since no one could force Hendrix to undergo the surgery, neither could he stop

left to

moment, Hendrix asked, "What if I told you that

in her tracks. Then,

a psychiatric evaluation I had my mother done

changed. She rushed forward and

was a doctor's diagnosis, which

paper, her

in a trembling voice. "Why would