Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 230

Charlie was stunned.

He took a deep drag on his cigarette and said, "He got a cerebral hemorrhage."

"Then... how is he doing now?" Wendy asked, holding her breath, and unconsciously clenched her hands.

Charlie pulled the corner of his mouth and directly pinched the cigarette. "The operation is over. He has a narrow escape from danger. Now the effect of the anesthesia hasn't subsided, and he's sent back to the ward."

"Good, that's good..." Wendy breathed a sigh of relief and muttered twice.

"He's getting old, so there's no guarantee that anything will go wrong with his health. The doctor used to say that he had high blood pressure and ask him to control his emotions. It's a scary ride to the hospital this time, but the doctor said he's fine now." Charlie's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he moved his lips. "You don't have to worry about it."

He said it in a brisk tone, but Wendy felt sad when she heard it.

Especially the last sentence, which didn't seem like they were directed at her, but more like he was trying to reassure himself.

It was only one night, and his voice was hoarse. At the same time, Wendy saw that his eyes were full of entangled red blood, and there was a green shadow under his eyelids, which showed that he didn't close his eyes for the whole night.

"Charlie, don't worry..." She gently held his hand.

Charlie's thin lips twitched silently.

In fact, the moment he received the call, he was very worried. On the way, he almost flew the Land Rover and finally arrived at the hospital. The operating room's lights were on, and Ella and her son were guarding there. When Donna saw him, she went forward and gave him a comforting hug, but his back was cold.

Until the door of the operating room was pushed open, he finally felt relieved when he saw the doctor's mouth open and closed and heard that his father was fine.

Charlie poured out another cigarette from the case, which seemed to be the last one. He held it in his mouth but did not lit it for a long time.

His deep eyes gazed at her, and his slightly hoarse voice was full of regret and self-reproach. "Wendy, do you think it's all because of me that my father was hospitalized?"

"Don't say that..."

Wendy clenched his hand distressedly.

She got up from the bed, crouched halfway in front of him and said, "Charlie, sleep for a while?"

"I'll take off your clothes. You look tired. Please lie down first!"

Charlie did not nod or refuse. He just let her do what she want to do.

Wendy helped Charlie on the bed and carefully tucked in the blanket, then gingerly, she walked out of the bedroom with his suit and shoes and closed the door thoughtfully.

After washing up in the bathroom, Wendy changed her clothes and went out. She didn't go far and bought some vegetables and meat in the nearby supermarket. She wanted to make something for him when he woke up. Fortunately, it was Saturday today, so she could take care of him.

When Wendy put the four dishes and one soup on the table, Charlie just woke up.

She sneaked the door and peeked inside twice when she was cooking. She knew that he didn't sleep well and didn't even change his posture, but his mental state was obviously better.

After dinner, Wendy went to the kitchen to wash dishes. When she came out again, she saw that Charlie was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a remote control in his hand and watching TV. After the program was finished, it came to the advertisement, but he did not intend to change the channel.

She walked to his side and sat down, but didn't know what to say.

When the phone rang, Charlie looked at it and picked it up. "Hello, aunt."

"He's awake? Well... okay, I got it."

After a short call, Charlie put his phone back on the table. Wendy didn't hear what Donna said over there, but she could guess that Charlie's father's anesthesia had worn off, and he's awake now.

She looked up at his stern profile and asked tentatively, "Charlie, aren't you going to see your father?"