Chapter 1331Chapter 1331
Sonia clasped her hands tightly together, unable to sit still. Meanwhile, Tom already gave up on any
pretense of being calm as he stood up and paced around in circles. "Damn it. How long has it been?
Why isn't the surgery over yet?"
His mutter storm came to a stop as he glanced at the red light shining above the doors of the operation
room. It was all he could do to stop himself from hitting the red light to turn it off. Perhaps Toby's
surgery would be over, and he would be out immediately.
Sonia pursed her lips and didn't say a word, but the anxiety in her heart was equal to his—she, too,
wished to see the red light turn off.
Of course, it would be best if the outcome was positive after seeing it dim.
Otherwise… No, there is no other outcome! Definitely not! It doesn't matter whether the light goes off or
when it does. Only good news awaits.
While she was busy reassuring herself, there was a click, and the red light above the operation room
dimmed before turning gray.
The red light was switched off!
Sonia's pupils shrank as she jumped up from the chair, and Tom halted mid-movement before slowly
turning toward the direction of the operation door. They reached the center of the doors at the same time, their hands clasped in a prayer's hold as their
anticipatory stares never left those doors.
A few minutes of torment later, the doors of the operation room finally swung open, and Tim walked out
with an opened can of energy drink in his hand and an exhausted look on his face.
His surgical mask was off, revealing his handsome, pale face that was covered in a thin sheen of
sweat.
Exhaustion and lethargy were written all over his beautiful face, proof of how long and tiring this
surgery had been.
"Dr. Lancaster." Sonia and Tom rushed to him as the tense line of their shoulders only got tenser when
they hadn't received a clear answer from him.
"Dr. Lancaster, how's President Fuller doing? Is the operation a success?" Tom asked worriedly.
Although Sonia wasn't able to ask the question that was at the tip of her tongue, her anxiety and
concern were apparent for all to see from her tightly clasped hands and uneasy expression.
Tim glanced at them and didn't give them an answer immediately. Instead, he threw back his head and
finished the canned drink in his hand. After he recovered some of his energy, he said, "They always
say the villain never dies. So, how could he die so easily? Alright now, make way, both of you. Let me
take a nap, and we'll speak once I'm fully awake."
He shoved them aside and staggered out. However, after a few steps, he came to an abrupt stop and
said to Sonia in a gentler voice, "You should hurry and catch some rest as well. Your body won't beable to take it after not resting for a day and a night. Don't fall sick when there's no one to take care of
you."
Then, he left with those parting words.
Tom opened his mouth but closed it again as he stared at Tim's retreating silhouette. "Miss Reed, did
you understand what he meant? You're thinking what I'm thinking, right?"
"Yes, I do. Toby's surgery is a success!" Sonia's body shook as she broke down in tears as a wave of
happiness and relief overwhelmed her. "Toby's surgery is a success. Mr. Brown, the surgery is a
success! It's a success!"
Sonia claspad har hands tightly togathar, unabla to sit still. Maanwhila, Tom alraady gava up on any
pratansa of baing calm as ha stood up and pacad around in circlas. "Damn it. How long has it baan?
Why isn't tha surgary ovar yat?"
His muttar storm cama to a stop as ha glancad at tha rad light shining abova tha doors of tha oparation
room. It was all ha could do to stop himsalf from hitting tha rad light to turn it off. Parhaps Toby's
surgary would ba ovar, and ha would ba out immadiataly.
Sonia pursad har lips and didn't say a word, but tha anxiaty in har haart was aqual to his—sha, too,
wishad to saa tha rad light turn off.
Of coursa, it would ba bast if tha outcoma was positiva aftar saaing it dim.
Otharwisa… No, thara is no othar outcoma! Dafinitaly not! It doasn't mattar whathar tha light goas off or
whan it doas. Only good naws awaits. Whila sha was busy raassuring harsalf, thara was a click, and tha rad light abova tha oparation room
dimmad bafora turning gray.
Tha rad light was switchad off!
Sonia's pupils shrank as sha jumpad up from tha chair, and Tom haltad mid-movamant bafora slowly
turning toward tha diraction of tha oparation door.
Thay raachad tha cantar of tha doors at tha sama tima, thair hands claspad in a prayar's hold as thair
anticipatory staras navar laft thosa doors.
A faw minutas of tormant latar, tha doors of tha oparation room finally swung opan, and Tim walkad out
with an opanad can of anargy drink in his hand and an axhaustad look on his faca.
His surgical mask was off, ravaaling his handsoma, pala faca that was covarad in a thin shaan of
swaat.
Exhaustion and lathargy wara writtan all ovar his baautiful faca, proof of how long and tiring this
surgary had baan.
"Dr. Lancastar." Sonia and Tom rushad to him as tha tansa lina of thair shouldars only got tansar whan
thay hadn't racaivad a claar answar from him.
"Dr. Lancastar, how's Prasidant Fullar doing? Is tha oparation a succass?" Tom askad worriadly.
Although Sonia wasn't abla to ask tha quastion that was at tha tip of har tongua, har anxiaty andconcarn wara apparant for all to saa from har tightly claspad hands and unaasy axprassion.
Tim glancad at tham and didn't giva tham an answar immadiataly. Instaad, ha thraw back his haad and
finishad tha cannad drink in his hand. Aftar ha racovarad soma of his anargy, ha said, "Thay always
say tha villain navar dias. So, how could ha dia so aasily? Alright now, maka way, both of you. Lat ma
taka a nap, and wa'll spaak onca I'm fully awaka."
Ha shovad tham asida and staggarad out. Howavar, aftar a faw staps, ha cama to an abrupt stop and
said to Sonia in a gantlar voica, "You should hurry and catch soma rast as wall. Your body won't ba
abla to taka it aftar not rasting for a day and a night. Don't fall sick whan thara's no ona to taka cara of
you."
Than, ha laft with thosa parting words.
Tom opanad his mouth but closad it again as ha starad at Tim's ratraating silhouatta. "Miss Raad, did
you undarstand what ha maant? You'ra thinking what I'm thinking, right?"
"Yas, I do. Toby's surgary is a succass!" Sonia's body shook as sha broka down in taars as a wava of
happinass and raliaf ovarwhalmad har. "Toby's surgary is a succass. Mr. Brown, tha surgary is a
succass! It's a succass!"
Just like her, Tom's eyes were red-rimmed and filled with tears, and he nodded firmly. "That's right.
President Fuller's surgery is a success and won't be in danger anymore."
After the words left his lips, he suddenly fell to his knees and started sobbing on the floor.
Honestly, it was a little amusing to see a six-foot-tall man crying without abandon on the floor. Usually,Sonia would be amused by the sight of this happening if it happened on any other day.
Yet, considering the great news, she also wanted to join him on the floor. She was so delighted that she
didn't know how else to express the excitement and happiness in her heart.
Tom seemed to be doing better as he got off the floor after a few minutes of crying into his hands. He
even managed to clean his glasses as he chuffed in embarrassment, "I'm so sorry you had to see this,
Miss Reed."
"It's alright." Sonia wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes as well. "That's a normal reaction to the
situation earlier, and I totally understand. Moreover, I'm not doing any better than you."
She kept rubbing away the tears that were flowing down her cheeks as Tom chuckled in response.
Then, he quietly put on his glasses and continued waiting at the door for the medical staff to roll Toby
out.
About half an hour later, Toby was wheeled out. He was dressed in a typical green operation robe, but
coupled with the pallid tone of his skin, and the ventilator covering his face, it made him seem strangely
fragile.
Since Toby was just out of surgery, he couldn't be admitted to the general ward and had to be placed in
intensive care for seventy-two hours of continuous observation. This arrangement was mainly to
observe post-surgery adverse and rejection reactions.
Sonia and Tom didn't exchange a single word as they tagged behind and watched as the nurses gently
pushed Toby into the intensive care unit. "Excuse me," Sonia said, stopping a nurse that was just coming out of the ICU. "Do you know when
he'll wake up?"
The nurse pondered over Toby's condition before answering, "Judging from President Fuller's current
situation, I reckon he'll wake up within three days."
"Okay, I understand. Thank you." Sonia nodded in thanks as she released the nurse's arm.
Then, the nurse turned to Tom, who was behind Sonia. "Mr. Brown, Dr. Lancaster would like to ask you
what to do with President Fuller's old heart. Are you guys going to take care of it, or should the hospital
make the necessary arrangements?"
Tom gave it a thought and replied, "We'll take care of it ourselves."
The nurse gave him a professional nod and left as she marked his opinion down.
When all the doctors and nurses had departed from Toby's ICU ward, Sonia turned to Tom and asked,
"You guys are probably planning to return Miles that heart, aren't you? I heard that he accepted Toby's
invitation and will arrive soon."
"Yes. After all, that heart belongs to President Fuller's younger brother, so we can't simply dispose of it.
This was probably on Dr. Lancaster's mind as well, and that's why he instructed the nurse to inquire
about it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered and just took care of it as usual," Tom said.
"Well, that's for the better. You guys have found out the truth behind Miles' death, so you can return it to
him." Tom nodded and turned to look at Toby behind the glass wall. "Miss Reed, President Fuller should be
fine now, and you don't have to keep vigil by his side after this. Please get some rest. I know that you
haven't gotten a good night's rest. Don't push yourself and become another patient."
"I will rest, but you should take your advice too. Toby and the Fuller Group will need you for some time.
Don't take things too far and collapse due to overwork," Sonia advised.
She had a point. Tom was exhausted, and his head was spinning and throbbing. Plus, the bright
hospital lights weren't helping at all. "I'll rest in a while, but before that, I have to place some
bodyguards here in case some unnecessary people show up. Even though I did my best to suppress
any news regarding President Fuller, I won't rest well if I don't make the necessary preparations."
"That's true. I won't bother you, then. I'm going to catch some sleep in the ward." After Sonia finished
speaking, she took one more glance at Toby before she spun around with a yawn.
When she returned to her ward, she chatted a little more with the nurse and plopped into the bed. She
was out like a light the second her head hit the pillow.
She had gone without rest for a total of 24 hours. It definitely didn't help matters that her nerves were
tense and high-strung the entire time. In addition, her mental state couldn't relax until she knew that
Toby was safe and sound. So, her body and mind finally settled when Tim informed her that Toby's
surgery was a success and there wouldn't be any negative issues cropping up in the future.
The instant all the tension left her body, the exhaustion came rolling like a tidal wave, and she almost
passed out and couldn't make it back into the room.
Thus, when she finally managed to drag her weary body onto the bed, she immediately tossedeverything else to the back of her mind, and sleep was all she could focus on.
Sonia slept for more than ten hours straight before she woke up again. When she blinked the sleep out
of her bleary eyes, she felt her stomach grumbling in complaint due to her skipping her meals for more
rest. Still, she disregarded her body's protest and immediately scurried to Toby's ward.
She was rather lucky because she happened to bump into Tim speaking to Tom when she arrived.
Since she didn't bother hiding her appearance in her haste to see Toby, her arrival soon attracted their
attention.
"Oh, you're awake, Miss Reed," Tom greeted, giving her a polite nod.
She returned his greeting and quickly fixated her eyes on Tim. "Dr. Lancaster, how is Toby?"
More than ten hours had passed, so she was worried that Toby would exhibit adverse reactions from
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