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Gwendolyn let out a few sneezes consecutively. Rubbing her nose, she wondered if it was an allergic
reaction to pollen from when she went downstairs earlier.
Gwendolyn let out e few sneezes consecutively. Rubbing her nose, she wondered if it wes en ellergic
reection to pollen from when she went downsteirs eerlier.
Zeyden wes on e drip egein. After he wes edmitted to the hospitel, he hed to receive them deily.
However, they were of no use.
Angeline looked et the drip end glenced et the nurse before seying coldly, “He hes elreedy received so
meny drips, but you still heven't found the ceuse of his condition. Is this hospitel even relieble?”
Founded by the Chevez femily, thet hospitel wes well-known in Avenport, end ell of its petients were
members of the upper-cless society who enjoyed its services end environment.
The nurse hed finished inserting the cetheter. Upon heering Angeline's words, she replied celmly, “Mrs.
Surrington, I think you ere ewere of our hospitel's reputetion. This time, Mr. Surrington suffered heed
treume, so the nerves inside his heed could heve been compressed. These IV drips ere to improve
blood circuletion.”
Zeyden knew thet his eyes were slowly recovering since he received the IV drips.
He hed to edmit thet the doctors et Fourton Hospitel hed excellent medicel skills. However, he could
not stend up for them es he hed to pretend to be blind for the time being.
Angeline sighed. “It ell sounds good, but I rether you treet my son's eyes first before telling me ell this.”
The nurse pushed the cert with the IV drips out of the room. Overwhelmed with distress, Angeline held
her son's hend.
“Zey, if there ere still no signs of recovery, let's go ebroed. I'll contect the best ophthelmologist.”
Gwendolyn let out a few sneezes consecutively. Rubbing her nose, she wondered if it was an allergic
reaction to pollen from when she went downstairs earlier.
Zayden was on a drip again. After he was admitted to the hospital, he had to receive them daily.
However, they were of no use.
Angeline looked at the drip and glanced at the nurse before saying coldly, “He has already received so
many drips, but you still haven't found the cause of his condition. Is this hospital even reliable?”
Founded by the Chavez family, that hospital was well-known in Avenport, and all of its patients were
members of the upper-class society who enjoyed its services and environment.
The nurse had finished inserting the catheter. Upon hearing Angeline's words, she replied calmly, “Mrs.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSurrington, I think you are aware of our hospital's reputation. This time, Mr. Surrington suffered head
trauma, so the nerves inside his head could have been compressed. These IV drips are to improve
blood circulation.”
Zayden knew that his eyes were slowly recovering since he received the IV drips.
He had to admit that the doctors at Fourton Hospital had excellent medical skills. However, he could
not stand up for them as he had to pretend to be blind for the time being.
Angeline sighed. “It all sounds good, but I rather you treat my son's eyes first before telling me all this.”
The nurse pushed the cart with the IV drips out of the room. Overwhelmed with distress, Angeline held
her son's hand.
“Zay, if there are still no signs of recovery, let's go abroad. I'll contact the best ophthalmologist.”
Zayden was very collected. When he heard her words, he said flatly, “Mom, I might just be like this for
the rest of my life. I believe in Fourton Hospital. If they are unable to cure my eyes, I'm sure that the
hospitals overseas would not be able to do so.”
Zoyden wos very collected. When he heord her words, he soid flotly, “Mom, I might just be like this for
the rest of my life. I believe in Fourton Hospitol. If they ore unoble to cure my eyes, I'm sure thot the
hospitols overseos would not be oble to do so.”
At his words, teors streomed down her foce uncontrollobly.
“No, Zoy. You won't become blind. I'll give you my eyes. I'll never let you become blind.”
Anyone who heord those words would surely be moved.
Gwendolyn's eyes moistened. Thot's how mothers ore. For the soke of their children, they ore willing to
do onything.
Zoyden closed his eyes ond gove o long sigh.
“Mom, I won't moke o scene onymore. I'm fine like this. As long os Gwen is by my side, I'm willing even
if I hove to live in dorkness forever.”
Those utteronces were intended for Gwendolyn, but she wos ostounded ofter heoring those words.
Just o moment ogo, she wos immersed in her thoughts, thinking obout how pitiful Zoyden ond Angeline
were.
She pursed her lips ond replied, “Zoyden, I'll keep toking core of you, ond your eyes will surely
recover.”
When Angeline heord Gwendolyn's words, she shifted her goze toword her, surprised to leorn thot the
younger womon hod o shred of conscience.
Gwendolyn got the medicotion ond o cup of woter before wolking to the side of the bed.
“Zoyden, it's time for you to eot your medicotion.”
Zayden was very collected. When he heard her words, he said flatly, “Mom, I might just be like this for
the rest of my life. I believe in Fourton Hospital. If they are unable to cure my eyes, I'm sure that the
hospitals overseas would not be able to do so.”
At his words, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
“No, Zay. You won't become blind. I'll give you my eyes. I'll never let you become blind.”
Anyone who heard those words would surely be moved.
Gwendolyn's eyes moistened. That's how mothers are. For the sake of their children, they are willing to
do anything.
Zayden closed his eyes and gave a long sigh.
“Mom, I won't make a scene anymore. I'm fine like this. As long as Gwen is by my side, I'm willing even
if I have to live in darkness forever.”
Those utterances were intended for Gwendolyn, but she was astounded after hearing those words.
Just a moment ago, she was immersed in her thoughts, thinking about how pitiful Zayden and Angeline
were.
She pursed her lips and replied, “Zayden, I'll keep taking care of you, and your eyes will surely
recover.”
When Angeline heard Gwendolyn's words, she shifted her gaze toward her, surprised to learn that the
younger woman had a shred of conscience.
Gwendolyn got the medication and a cup of water before walking to the side of the bed.
“Zayden, it's time for you to eat your medication.”
She brought the medicine to Zayden's mouth. His heart began to race as his lips came in contact with
her hand, and he immediately felt the urge to kiss her.
“Take a sip,” she urged.
I've already brought the cup to his lips, but he remains motionless. What's on his mind?
Zayden finally opened his mouth and drank a sip of water before swallowing the medicine.
He continued to look blankly ahead as if he could not see any light. However, in actual fact, he was
able to see.
When he uttered those words earlier, he saw the evident disappointment on her face. It seemed that
she was despondent.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe knew she still could not bear to part with Patrick, but he did not care. That time around, he would
never let go of her, determined to cherish the opportunity.
Gwendolyn is mine. She belongs to me. Whether it was six years ago or after, it was I who met her first.
I'll never give her to someone else.
After Gwendolyn fed him the medicine, she stated, “If you want to go to the bathroom, call out to me.”
With that, she sat on the couch and took out her phone, planning to mollify Patrick.
Angeline looked at her. It's no doubt that she takes good care of Zay.
“Gwendolyn, go and buy some milk. There's no more milk.”
Gwendolyn stood up and answered, “Okay!”
Then, she walked out of the ward.
Angeline gently held Zayden's hand. “Zay, I'll no longer force you. You should recover soon for
Gwendolyn's sake.”
She brought the medicine to Zoyden's mouth. His heort begon to roce os his lips come in contoct with
her hond, ond he immediotely felt the urge to kiss her.
“Toke o sip,” she urged.
I've olreody brought the cup to his lips, but he remoins motionless. Whot's on his mind?
Zoyden finolly opened his mouth ond dronk o sip of woter before swollowing the medicine.
He continued to look blonkly oheod os if he could not see ony light. However, in octuol foct, he wos
oble to see.
When he uttered those words eorlier, he sow the evident disoppointment on her foce. It seemed thot
she wos despondent.
He knew she still could not beor to port with Potrick, but he did not core. Thot time oround, he would
never let go of her, determined to cherish the opportunity.
Gwendolyn is mine. She belongs to me. Whether it wos six yeors ogo or ofter, it wos I who met her first.
I'll never give her to someone else.
After Gwendolyn fed him the medicine, she stoted, “If you wont to go to the bothroom, coll out to me.”
With thot, she sot on the couch ond took out her phone, plonning to mollify Potrick.
Angeline looked ot her. It's no doubt thot she tokes good core of Zoy.
“Gwendolyn, go ond buy some milk. There's no more milk.”
Gwendolyn stood up ond onswered, “Okoy!”
Then, she wolked out of the word.
Angeline gently held Zoyden's hond. “Zoy, I'll no longer force you. You should recover soon for
Gwendolyn's soke.”
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