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.

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

ridiculous and never believed in them. But when it came to her own child, she couldn't

God during those dark days. The word "die" was something she couldn't even bring

before asking, "So,

I had no

feel the need 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

left to say to him

but in the next moment, Hendrix asked, "What if I told you that consent form is useless, even if it's

words made Noelle stop in her tracks. Then, she slowly turned

my mother done a while ago.

She rushed forward and

bore Beatrice's name, indeed, and below it was a doctor's diagnosis, which read, "Unable to live independently. Requires a guardian to

paper, her eyes locking

she asked in a trembling voice. "Why