Rose didn't bother to talk to May, nor did she tell Bright about it.
The next day, the third day ... Rose had seen May wander in front of Bright's ward.
Rose intuited that there was something strange. So, on the third day, she couldn't hold back her
curiosity and stopped May.
"May, let's have a talk." Rose sincerely invited.
May hesitated for a moment and then nodded, "Okay."
Rose and May went to a coffee outside the hospital and sat down. They ordered a mocha coffee and a
cappuccino.
Rose gently stirred the coffee with a spoon, held it, and took a sip, "May, I'll be straight. You have sent
flowers and fruits at the door of Bright's ward for the past three days. Have you guys known each other
for a long time?"
"No. I met him for the first time at the party last time. I came to see him for Sam. After all, they have
contacts at work." May replied calmly and took a sip of her coffee after saying that.
"May, if you came to see Bright for Sam, why didn't you come in, but put these things at the door and
left quietly? If I hadn't seen you, I wouldn't have known you were here for Sam." Rose's analysis was
spot on, "May, should I thank Sam?"
May was hesitant as she grabbed the cup handle with one hand and stared at the smiling Rose.
"Rose, don't worry, I will not hurt Bright."
This was the only thing she could say right now.
"May, is there anything you can't say to me?" Rose reached out and took her hand.
"I have nothing to say." May withdrew her hand, "Rose, I just hope you and Bright to be happy forever."
"May, thank you." It was beyond Rose's expectation that May would hurt others.
"Then I will go now." May rose from the single sofa, "Just pretend I have never came over."
Rose looked at May's back as she left, thinking that things were definitely not that simple.
As Rose returned to Bright's ward, she saw Bright sitting in the couch, and there were several
foreigners on his left.
They were discussing something. Bright was talking to them in English easily.
Although he was wearing a blue and white hospital uniform, it did not detract from his aura.
Rose nodded to the foreigners. She did not want to disturb them and was going to the bathroom to
wash the fruit.
But Bright took Rose's hand while she was taking the fruit, and introduced to the foreigners, "This is my
wife."
He said this with a proud expression.
"Mrs. Lee, nice to meet you." These men were polite.
"Nice to meet you, guys." Rose lightly struggled, "You guys go on, and I'll go wash the fruit."
"They are the brain specialists I invited to consult Grandpa. They will work with Dr. Gray's team. I
believe Grandpa will be safe and sound." Bright had made an appointment to meet with these
specialists a long time ago. He just didn't expect he would be injured and hospitalized.
The sooner Grandpa's illness was treated, the better. So, although he was injured, Bright insisted on
meeting with the specialists to discuss it.
"But you haven't recovered." Rose felt that Bright was too worried. She was so lucky to have him.
"In the evening, you can check if I recover." Bright approached and whispered in her ear.
These flirtatious words made bashful Rose blush. Her face was as beautiful as the rosy clouds.
Rose glared at Bright who did not behave himself in such an occasion. If it wasn't for their inability to
understand what Bright was talking and Bright's charming voice, she would have been so embarrassed
to dig a hole to bury herself.
Rose broke away from his hand and took the fruit to the bathroom to wash it.
"Mrs. Lee is so beautiful and nice."
"Mrs. Lee and Mr. Lee are an affectionate couple."
...
Their praise satisfied Bright. Rose was his wife and he would be glad if others praised her.
Rose washed the fruit and then quietly stayed there until they finished talking and the foreigners were
escorted by Bill.
Bright got up from the sofa and went to the round table where Rose was sitting by the window.
"What are you thinking?" Bright raised her chin with his long fingers.
"Are you done? Then you should get some rest." Rose pulled his hand down.
"Grandpa's surgery is in a week." Bright took her hand and felt her body stiffen, "Are you worried about
Grandpa?"
"Of course I'm worried." Rose was indeed a little scared because she didn't think she could face losing
Grandpa.
"If Grandpa doesn't operate, his health will get worse and worse." Bright knew what she was worrying,
"I respect your every decision. I'll be with you no matter what happens."
"I was thinking of whether to tell Grandpa about his condition. After all, it's his business. He has the
right to decide his life. But..." Rose paused, "If Grandpa doesn't agree to the surgery, I'm afraid he won't
live long. But I selfishly want him to live longer...."
"I know it's a difficult choice. But anyway, he does have the right to know everything about himself, and
has the right to decide his life." Bright held Rose's shoulders, "Rose, be strong. Grandpa is over
seventy years old. He has experienced a lot and will not be knocked down by such a small difficulty."
Rose thought that Bright's words made sense.
"If you can't say it, then I'll do it for you." He would go to any length for her.
"Let's go together." Rose said.
"OK."
Having made this decision, Rose and Bright chose a right time to go to Wilfred's ward and tell him
about his condition.
Wilfred accepted it calmly after hearing about it and was not emotional.
He just looked at Rose with red eyes and smiled, "Girl, don't be like this. Dying is as natural as living. I
am at such an old age. Don't be too sad."
"Grandpa..." Rose naturally could not let go of Wilfred.
"Rose, don't blame Grandpa for being selfish. I know you are a nice girl. But I don't want to have this
surgery at such an old age. If I cannot survive from the operating, then I won't even have time to say
goodbye to you at last."
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