He had been to the inside of the Intensive care units and the sight of all the machines sent chills down his spine.
If he ever fell severely ill in the future, he did not want Avery to drive herself to the ground trying to save him; if there was no way to alter one's fate, they should all face it with composure.
Knowing what Elliot was trying to say, Layla stilled.
The surgery was scheduled a week away.
The weather in Bridgedale grew colder and it would snow almost every day; whenever it was not snowing, there would still be extremely strong wind and the winter this year simply seemed so much harsher than the ones in the past.
Layla and the others all remained inside their rooms with heaters, but as the date for the surgery approached, stress and fear began to weigh down on them.
During dinner, Avery noticed that everyone was losing their appetite and said, "have you prepared any gifts for Eric?"
Eric's parents were staying in Avery's mansion as well. They had wanted to stay in a hotel instead, but Layla convinced them to stay with her instead, so they complied.
After all, Avery lived in the same house as well and she was the one who knew Eric's condition best.
"We will buy something after dinner. Mom, will he wake up right away after the surgery?" Layla said immediately.
Avery nodded. "That's why I'm asking if you have prepared any gifts."
"Is there a possibility that he might have lost his memories for using someone else's heart?"
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