Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Chapter 718 Finding The Right Timing

Paramount Hospital, A City.

When Bianca and Luke rushed over, the red light outside the operating room was still on.

Wanda Rayne sat on the bench in the corridor like a stiff puppet and stared blankly at the red light. Her sickly face appeared paler, and her expression was filled with numbness as well as sorrow.

"Aunt Wanda..."

Bianca quietly walked to Wanda. She suppressed her grief, squatted next to Wanda, and held her cold hand. "How’s Grandpa now? How did it happen? How did he fall?"

Wanda's pale and tired face worried her.

The last time Bianca saw her was two weeks ago. Aunt Wanda, who was once as full of life like a peony in full bloom, now looked shriveled and skinny. Her alluring beauty had dissipated.

If the woman in front of her did not share the same face as Aunt Wanda's, Bianca would never have thought that they were the same person.

However, Wanda did not seem to hear her. She did not respond and continued staring blankly at the operating room.

Bianca was a little flustered when she saw how abnormally Aunt Wanda was acting. She turned and asked Luke for help.

Aunt Wanda? Aunt Wanda, will you please answer

flowing down her elegant face as her misty eyes reflected Aunt Wanda's frail

how upset Bianca was. He tried to comfort Bianca, but his voice was hoarse as he said, "Aunt Wanda may be overwhelmed and is shutting herself down temporarily. Don't worry, Aunt Wanda will be back to normal after a while. Johann is inside the operating room treating Grandpa. With him on the job, no matter how complicated the surgery is, he’ll make sure that Grandpa will come out of

standing beside Bianca, kept staring at the operating

trace

seemed that their conversation brought Wanda back to reality. She was still sitting on the bench with a blank expression, but she said to Bianca," Bea,

finally responsive, Bianca anxiously

deep breath,

I was free, so I stayed at home with your grandpa. However, after lunch, my chest felt like it was being stabbed by needles. The pain was unbearable and I ran out of painkillers. I was afraid that your grandpa would be worried, so I thought I'd get some medicine and hurry back as soon as possible. I didn't think too much of it, but I didn't expect that in just such a short time, your grandfather would fall when he went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water... When I got home, his face was covered in blood and he was unconscious. I was so scared! I rushed him to the hospital immediately... It's all my fault. If it weren't for my carelessness, Dad

was riddled with guilt

in a vulnerable place, so what right do I have to blame her? If I had not insisted on going to Moscow to find Luke... If I had

softly, "Aunt Wanda, what happened to Grandpa has nothing to do with you. He’s old and in poor health. I haven't done my duty as his granddaughter to take good care of him... It's all my fault, you're not to be blamed. Don't be too sad.

the operating

and waited with them. It felt like they were sitting on pins and needles.

in on whether he and Bianca had reached A

brief and then

his return to A City. He did

that he did not care about them, but he had come back too suddenly and was not prepared to meet them