My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 417

Lea took two sheets of tissue paper and blew her nose. "I know how much Rachel wanted to be with her parents, so I know how heartbroken she would be when she found out Jack's parents had something to do with her parents' death. However, she was willing to come back with Jack. She may appear stubborn and hard, but she must have forgiven him in her heart and is probably no longer angry. She has always been a soft-hearted person. God, why did such a thing have to happen all of a sudden? Hasn't she suffered enough?"

Her voice was neither loud nor piercing, but Rachel heard it through the door regardless.

She pulled the quilt over her head and wept silently until sleep claimed her. When she woke up, she looked out the window and found that it was already dark outside.

Julie was also asleep on the sofa by the bed. When she heard sounds of Rachel stirring, she immediately sat up and asked, "Miss, are you awake? Are you feeling better?"

"Much better," she replied in a faint voice. She picked up her phone from the bedside table and looked at it. She had been sleeping for more than five hours. She got out of bed in a hurry and walked outside. Julie called out to her worriedly. "Miss, where are you going?"

"I'll go to the hospital to see Jack. The surgery's probably done by now."

"Mr. Jonathan Fu called just now and said that Mr. Jack Fu's operation was successful."

As soon as she heard the news, Rachel suddenly felt her legs give out from under her. She grabbed at the door frame for support, closed her eyes, and smiled in thanks. She thought, 'Thank goodness, he's all right!'

Julie slipped on her shoes again and rushed forward to assist her. "Mr. Jonathan Fu asked you to go to the hospital tomorrow morning."

She purposefully withheld the fact that Jack remained in a coma according to Jonathan.

In the hospital, Jack lay in the bed, an oxygen mask obstructing half of his face from view. The constant beep from the vital signs monitor beside him was the only sound that interrupted the silence in the room. Finally, Tracy sat beside him and grabbed his hand tightly. "Jack, please wake up quickly."

The operation went on for ten full hours, and afterward, the doctor emerged from the

operating room looking exhausted. When he nodded toward them, Tracy all but collapsed against her husband, feeling boneless with relief. She kept murmuring, "Thank God, thank God!" But then, the doctor told them, "The surgery was successfully, but he's not out of the woods yet. He has yet to regain consciousness, so we need to transfer him to the ICU for strict monitoring."

Jonathan's heart jumped to his throat again. He kept pacing back and forth in the ward, feeling ten years older than he was. He frowned and said, "Okay, don't cry. You are making things worse!"

"I'm so worried about him," Tracy replied in a choked-up voice. She covered her face with both hands, tears streaming between her fingers. "My son is lying in a hospital bed like this. If it weren't for Rachel's pregnancy, I would never have let her come near him!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

After reigning in his anger for a whole day, a dam finally broke inside Jonathan. He dropped his walking stick on the floor and whirled around to face Tracy, his face a picture of fierce anger. He roared, "It was a car accident. Did Rachel ask the bus to hit Jack's car? For once, woman, can't you use your brain to think?"

"I know that the accident wasn't caused by her," Tracy yelled hysterically. "But if she hadn't had an argument with our son, do you think Jack would have come here alone on a business trip?" Her eyes were red and swollen from crying too much.

The nurse outside the door heard them quarreling in the room and barged in. Her face devoid of expression, she admonished in a low voice, "Be quiet! If you want to quarrel, just go home. The patient needs to rest."

Jonathan blushed, while Tracy again buried her face in her hands and cried silently.

At the sight of this heartbreaking tableau, the anger drained out of the nurse. She sighed slightly and said in a gentler tone, "We understand what you're going through, but please remember that you are in the ward right now. It's late, so you can go home. We will take care of him here. Besides, you have arranged for a caregiver, haven't you? Just let her stay here."

Hearing this, Jonathan and Tracy knew that they couldn't stay any longer. They left a few instructions with the nurse and left the hospital together.

When they left, the ward was quiet again. The nurse recorded the data on the monitor and walked out of the ward.

Not long after, a burst of rapid footsteps came from the other end of the corridor. Scarlett came rushing toward the nurse station. The nurse had just sat down but had to stand again to speak with the newcomer. "Miss, who are you looking for?"

"Which ward is Jack Fu in?"

Gasping for breath, Scarlett saw the nurse point at the ward behind her and headed straight toward it without thanking her. The nurse mumbled under her breath, "What an rude person!"

Of course, Scarlett didn't hear it. She looked at Jack who was lying in the bed and frowned. The caregiver heard the noise and opened her eyes. She saw the figure standing at the door and asked, "Are you here to visit Mr. Fu?"

"Have his parents gone home?" she asked. At the caregiver's nod, her frown deepened. After a moment of hesitation, she walked toward the bed and said in a strained voice, "I'll stay here with him, then."

She was shopping with her friends when she got the call from Tracy. At that time, she thought that the situation provided the perfect

opportunity for her to become closer to Jack, so she immediately ditched her companions and drove over.