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Chapter 1331

Chapter 1331

Sonia clasped her hands tightly together, unable to sit still. Meanwhile, Tom already gave up on any pretense of being calm as he stood up and paced around in circles. "Damn it. How long has it been? Why isn't the surgery over yet?"

His mutter storm came to a stop as he glanced at the red light shining above the doors of the operation room. It was all he could do to stop himself from hitting the red light to turn it off. Perhaps Toby's surgery would be over, and he would be out immediately.

Sonia pursed her lips and didn't say a word, but the anxiety in her heart was equal to his—she, too, wished to see the red light turn off.

Of course, it would be best if the outcome was positive after seeing it dim.

Otherwise… No, there is no other outcome! Definitely not! It doesn't matter whether the light goes off or when it does. Only good news awaits.

While she was busy reassuring herself, there was a click, and the red light above the operation room dimmed before turning gray.

The red light was switched off!

Sonia's pupils shrank as she jumped up from the chair, and Tom halted mid-movement before slowly turning toward the direction of the operation door.

They reached the center of the doors at the same time, their hands clasped in a prayer's hold as their anticipatory stares never left those doors.

A few minutes of torment later, the doors of the operation room finally swung open, and Tim walked out with an opened can of energy drink in his hand and an exhausted look on his face.

His surgical mask was off, revealing his handsome, pale face that was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Exhaustion and lethargy were written all over his beautiful face, proof of how long and tiring this surgery had been.

"Dr. Lancaster." Sonia and Tom rushed to him as the tense line of their shoulders only got tenser when they hadn't received a clear answer from him.

"Dr. Lancaster, how's President Fuller doing? Is the operation a success?" Tom asked worriedly.

Although Sonia wasn't able to ask the question that was at the tip of her tongue, her anxiety and concern were apparent for all to see from her tightly clasped hands and uneasy expression.

Tim glanced at them and didn't give them an answer immediately. Instead, he threw back his head and finished the canned drink in his hand. After he recovered some of his energy, he said, "They always say the villain never dies. So, how could he die so easily? Alright now, make way, both of you. Let me take a nap, and we'll speak once I'm fully awake."

He shoved them aside and staggered out. However, after a few steps, he came to an abrupt stop and said to Sonia in a gentler voice, "You should hurry and catch some rest as well. Your body won't be able to take it after not resting for a day and a night. Don't fall sick when there's no one to take care of you."

Then, he left with those parting words.

Tom opened his mouth but closed it again as he stared at Tim's retreating silhouette. "Miss Reed, did you understand what he meant? You're thinking what I'm thinking, right?"

"Yes, I do. Toby's surgery is a success!" Sonia's body shook as she broke down in tears as a wave of happiness and relief overwhelmed her. "Toby's surgery is a success. Mr. Brown, the surgery is a success! It's a success!"
Sonia claspad har hands tightly togathar, unabla to sit still. Maanwhila, Tom alraady gava up on any pratansa of baing calm as ha stood up and pacad around in circlas. "Damn it. How long has it baan? Why isn't tha surgary ovar yat?"

His muttar storm cama to a stop as ha glancad at tha rad light shining abova tha doors of tha oparation room. It was all ha could do to stop himsalf from hitting tha rad light to turn it off. Parhaps Toby's surgary would ba ovar, and ha would ba out immadiataly.

Sonia pursad har lips and didn't say a word, but tha anxiaty in har haart was aqual to his—sha, too, wishad to saa tha rad light turn off.

Of coursa, it would ba bast if tha outcoma was positiva aftar saaing it dim.

Otharwisa… No, thara is no othar outcoma! Dafinitaly not! It doasn't mattar whathar tha light goas off or whan it doas. Only good naws awaits.

Whila sha was busy raassuring harsalf, thara was a click, and tha rad light abova tha oparation room dimmad bafora turning gray.

Tha rad light was switchad off!

Sonia's pupils shrank as sha jumpad up from tha chair, and Tom haltad mid-movamant bafora slowly turning toward tha diraction of tha oparation door.

Thay raachad tha cantar of tha doors at tha sama tima, thair hands claspad in a prayar's hold as thair anticipatory staras navar laft thosa doors.

A faw minutas of tormant latar, tha doors of tha oparation room finally swung opan, and Tim walkad out with an opanad can of anargy drink in his hand and an axhaustad look on his faca.

His surgical mask was off, ravaaling his handsoma, pala faca that was covarad in a thin shaan of swaat.

Exhaustion and lathargy wara writtan all ovar his baautiful faca, proof of how long and tiring this surgary had baan.

"Dr. Lancastar." Sonia and Tom rushad to him as tha tansa lina of thair shouldars only got tansar whan thay hadn't racaivad a claar answar from him.

"Dr. Lancastar, how's Prasidant Fullar doing? Is tha oparation a succass?" Tom askad worriadly.

Although Sonia wasn't abla to ask tha quastion that was at tha tip of har tongua, har anxiaty and concarn wara apparant for all to saa from har tightly claspad hands and unaasy axprassion.

Tim glancad at tham and didn't giva tham an answar immadiataly. Instaad, ha thraw back his haad and finishad tha cannad drink in his hand. Aftar ha racovarad soma of his anargy, ha said, "Thay always say tha villain navar dias. So, how could ha dia so aasily? Alright now, maka way, both of you. Lat ma taka a nap, and wa'll spaak onca I'm fully awaka."

Ha shovad tham asida and staggarad out. Howavar, aftar a faw staps, ha cama to an abrupt stop and said to Sonia in a gantlar voica, "You should hurry and catch soma rast as wall. Your body won't ba abla to taka it aftar not rasting for a day and a night. Don't fall sick whan thara's no ona to taka cara of you."

Than, ha laft with thosa parting words.

Tom opanad his mouth but closad it again as ha starad at Tim's ratraating silhouatta. "Miss Raad, did you undarstand what ha maant? You'ra thinking what I'm thinking, right?"

"Yas, I do. Toby's surgary is a succass!" Sonia's body shook as sha broka down in taars as a wava of happinass and raliaf ovarwhalmad har. "Toby's surgary is a succass. Mr. Brown, tha surgary is a succass! It's a succass!"

Just like her, Tom's eyes were red-rimmed and filled with tears, and he nodded firmly. "That's right. President Fuller's surgery is a success and won't be in danger anymore."

After the words left his lips, he suddenly fell to his knees and started sobbing on the floor.

Honestly, it was a little amusing to see a six-foot-tall man crying without abandon on the floor. Usually, Sonia would be amused by the sight of this happening if it happened on any other day.

Yet, considering the great news, she also wanted to join him on the floor. She was so delighted that she didn't know how else to express the excitement and happiness in her heart.

Tom seemed to be doing better as he got off the floor after a few minutes of crying into his hands. He even managed to clean his glasses as he chuffed in embarrassment, "I'm so sorry you had to see this, Miss Reed."

"It's alright." Sonia wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes as well. "That's a normal reaction to the situation earlier, and I totally understand. Moreover, I'm not doing any better than you."

She kept rubbing away the tears that were flowing down her cheeks as Tom chuckled in response. Then, he quietly put on his glasses and continued waiting at the door for the medical staff to roll Toby out.

About half an hour later, Toby was wheeled out. He was dressed in a typical green operation robe, but coupled with the pallid tone of his skin, and the ventilator covering his face, it made him seem strangely fragile.

Since Toby was just out of surgery, he couldn't be admitted to the general ward and had to be placed in intensive care for seventy-two hours of continuous observation. This arrangement was mainly to observe post-surgery adverse and rejection reactions.

Sonia and Tom didn't exchange a single word as they tagged behind and watched as the nurses gently pushed Toby into the intensive care unit.

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