When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 952 Blind Or Intellectually Disabled

“Nathaniel, I’m absolutely certain it’s due to that piece of glass. Now we need to schedule the surgery, bur this operation could carry significant risks,” said Zachary, sitting down.

Nathaniel asked, “What risks?”

“The location of that glass fragment is particularly precarious, surrounded by numerous brain nerves,” Zachary said, concern etched on his face. “If the surgery isn’t executed flawlessly, you could end up with cognitive impairment.”

This was precisely why he had hesitated to remove the foreign object despite having seen it clearly before stitching up Nathaniel’s wound. Brain surgery requires immense precision; even the smallest error could. result in a lifetime of suffering for the patient.

Nathaniel fell into a lengthy silence. “How confident are you?”

“Less than half. Zachary sighed.

It wasn’t that he doubted his skills; he was sure that none of the surgeons in the country could be as confident as him.

Nathaniel did not make a decision immediately.

People suffering from cognitive impairment, in simpler terms, could be referred to as fools. Though Nathaniel was blind, his mind remained sharp. He could still earn a living, providing for Cecilia and their children, ensuring they never lacked for anything. But if he were to lose that clarity, the consequences would be unimaginable.

“I need more time to think,” replied Nathaniel.

the fragments remain in the brain, the

paused for a moment before he added, “Remember,

“Got it.” Zachary nodded.

did Nathaniel leave the

lead the way for Nathaniel upon seeing him come

him to worry, said, “Yes, it’s completely healed

a relief. Shall we head to the company

“Mm–hmm.”

a few words

getting into the car and heading to the office,

throbbing with a dull ache again as he stood atop

his phone and told

was still at work. “What’s

were on the tip of Nathaniel’s tongue, but he changed his mind and asked,

“It was quite good.”

Cecilia secured the contract from Aubree yesterday, the secretaries began

“That’s good.”

Cecilia was engrossed in perusing

subtly bobbed as he said,