NovelEnglishChapter 0194 The private jet carrying Marcus Bartz landed in Hesperia at 4:00 p.m., a full four hours ahead of Mary's flight. Marcus had been enduring an intense pain in his leg almost since leaving Coravela, but he hadn't mentioned it to Frederick because of the circumstances. When he stood up, a burning sensation shot through his leg. He tried to move, but it didn't respond, causing him to collapse to the floor. Frederick panicked.
"Man, I can't stand up," Marcus said as Frederick rushed to help him.
"Con, you've got this! Let's get off the plane and head to the hospital! Marcus tried leaning on his uninjured leg, but his body wasn't cooperating. Alarmed, Frederick called for the captain's help, who notified airport authorities. An ambulance was dispatched immediately.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhen the paramedics examined Marcus, they noticed severe bruising on his leg. Though they couldn't be certain, they suspected either a muscle tear or a ruptured tendon. Left with no choice, Frederick called Dr. Olsen and asked her to fly urgently to Hesperia to assess the injury and, if necessary, perform the surgery that had been postponed tand again for various reasons.
Frederick understood that Marcus's biggest worry was Mary slipping away and becoming impossible to find, but right now, his boss and friend's health was the priority. There was no tto track her down they didn't even have a photo to give the bodyguards. How are we supposed to find her?' he thought.
After more than three hours, Dr. Olsen arrived at one of the hospitals Marcus frequently used. The prognosis for his injured leg was uncertain, but she decided immediate surgery was necessary. There was no tto waste. Years of effort couldn't be thrown away in a split second. It was a risky decision, but Frederick agreed and prayed to every saint he could think of to help his grumpy friend.
The urgency of Marcus's condition meant they lost track of Mary's arrival. For now, Marcus was Frederick's sole focus. He was only about 15 years older than Marcus, but he felt like he was taking care of a son.
Frederick's demanding job had prevented him from ever having a family of his own. After what happened to the Bartz family, he was terrified of involving anyone else who could later beca target in Marcus's pursuit of revenge. He didn't want to carry the weight of knowing his loved ones could be used as leverage someday.
With that in mind, he never sought a partner. As a man, he'd occasionally satisfy his physical needs, but always without strings attached. His entire life revolved around Marcus, and Marcus only had him.
After a grueling five-hour surgery, Dr. Olsen emerged with news. It seemed Frederick's prayers had been answered. Despite the long road of therapy and rehabilitation ahead, the operation was a success. Once Marcus recovered and completed rehab, he would regain full mobility in his leg, just like the old days.
A couple of hours later, Marcus was moved to his room. For the surgery, they had to trim his beard for hygiene purposes, which felt odd but was a standard procedure. After years, Frederick could finally see his friend's face. Without the beard, Marcus didn't look as old as he liked to appear. Even though his face. was pale and gaunt, it still radiated youth and beauty. He had undoubtedly inherited his mother's features.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm+25 BONUS Chapter 0194 Frederick stayed by Marcus's side as he woke up, still dinging to the hope of finding the girl. He had sent the guards to search for her, but although they'd been close, they lost track of her when she went to grab a coffee. The only clue they had was her bag, embroidered with butterflies. Then, just like that, she vanished.
Lost in thought about how to find her, Frederick closed his eyes for a moment. He was snapped out of it by the soft voice of Dr. Olsen.
"May I cin?" "Dr. Olsen... Of course! Please, cin," Frederick said, shaking off his brief nap.
"I wanted to check on Marcus. Has he woken up yet?" "Not yet."
"All right, let him rest. It's amazing how beneath all that beard, there's the exquisite face of a man, don't you think?"
Her comment lingered. It was clear she wasn't indifferent to his boss, but Frederick knew that Marcus only had eyes for his deceased wife Valentina, no one else. He simply nodded.
"Well, Frederick, I need to head back to New York. Can someone taketo the airport? I have another surgery scheduled for midday and thave to be there early This trip was unexpected, but you know I'll always show up when it's about the Bartz family. From here on out, the hospital just needs to monitor the wound and manage his rehabilitation. If anything comes up, you know how to reach me." "Of course, Dr. Olsen. Thank you again!"
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