Chapter 192 Condolences Mrs. Lindaâs voice was too flustered, anxious and trembling, Cynthia hurriedly jumped out of bed barefoot, opened the door, and let her in.
âMrs. Linda, whatâs going on?â Cynthia looked at her anxious look, her heart also became chaotic, and her heart suddenly ached.
Mrs. Lindaâs eyes dodged, and she quickly took out the clothes from the closet to help Cynthia change, âMr. Smith only told me to wake you up and take you to the hospital, and didnât say anything else, so I donât know.â
Cynthia didnât know why, so she let Mrs. Linda help her clean up, and dragged her into running outside. The car was ready at the entrance of the villa and started. As soon as the two of them got in the car, the car started immediately.
Itâs almost five oâclock in the morning, itâs still dark, and there arenât many cars on the road. Cynthia looked at the scenery that kept flashing by outside the window, and her heart raised unconsciously.
Alston called last night and said that her mother could have surgery this morning and would come to pick her up. But the agreed time is 9 oâclock in the morning, and itâs only 5 oâclock now. Could it be that my motherâs operation was brought forward?
No, no, probably not! The operation time has been determined, and if there is no accident, it should not be changed.
At this time, a guess suddenly flashed in Cynthiaâs mind, could it be something else happened to her motherâs illness?
Thinking of this, she turned pale and urged the driver to hurry up. The driver also received the order, knowing that something had happened, the car drove very fast, and soon arrived at the gate of the hospital.
Cynthia didnât care about Mrs. Linda and the others, as soon as she got off the car, she ran towards her motherâs ward, and when she reached the door of the ward, she found that the room was empty, the quilt was messy, and the furnishings in the ward were also messy, as if she had just experienced a turmoil. Mess.
Her chest rose and fell, and she kept panting heavily. She turned her head and saw a nurse passing by, and quickly grabbed her arm.
The little nurse was taken aback, saw who it was, and breathed a sigh of relief, âDoctor Miller, itâs you, whatâs the matter?â
Cynthia calmed down her breath quickly, her throat was dry, âExcuse me, may I ask, where is my mother, where are the patients in this ward?â
The little nurse looked at the house number of the ward, and suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said to Cynthia, âBy the way, the patient in this ward is Doctor Millerâs mother! I just saw that something happened here, and the patient was pushed into the operating room for emergency treatment. I donât know exactly what happened, Doctor Carter and the others just entered the operating room... Doctor Miller, you have to be prepared!â
These words were like a thunderbolt, and suddenly exploded in Cynthiaâs ears, her face turned paler, she lowered her head and murmured in disbelief, âImpossible, how is it possible...â
Get Bonus Two days ago, mother was quite energetic. Although she was lethargic and couldnât eat, only two days later, how could she be so serious that she needed to be rescued?!
Cynthia asked for the location clearly, and ran to the operating room where Lynn was rescued. Helen and Alston stood at the door of the operating room, and there was a thin man in a hospital gown. She recognized that it was Alex who matched her motherâs kidney type.
Helen heard footsteps, turned around, saw Cynthia standing behind them with a pale face, and ran over quickly, there were tears on her face, it could be seen that she had just cried hard once.
âWhy, whatâs going on...â Cynthiaâs voice was very soft and erratic, she still couldnât believe that such a thing would happen, she was in a daze.
Alston looked at her with deep regret, âCynthia, I just received the call too, mom, mom, she swallowed sleeping pills...â
âImpossible!â Cynthia roared with red eyes, âHow could Mom swallow sleeping pills? She has been in the hospital for so many days and has been very optimistic. We agreed that when she recovers, I will take her out for a walk. How could he swallow sleeping pills, how could he commit suicide!â
Seeing her excited and painful appearance, Helen felt extremely uncomfortable, âCynthia.
âWho was taking care of you at that time?â Cynthia asked this sentence suddenly, her expression was calm and inconceivable, as if it wasnât her who just collapsed.
Helen lowered her head, tears fell down, her voice choked up, âItâs me!â
Helen froze, clenched her fists tightly, and she took a deep breath, âHelen... what was the situation at that time?â
Helen raised her head with a broken expression, âAround 4,30 in the morning, I was with my godmother in the ward. She said that she slept too much during the day and couldnât sleep at night. I brought it here... I thought the ward was not far from your office, less than five minutes away... I thought it was only five. minutes, no one would pass by, I only went out for five minutes...â
She said, unable to control her choked voice, âItâs only five minutes. When I came back, I saw her unconscious. The medicine and bottles were spilled on the bed. She swallowed a lot of sleeping pills... Itâs all my fault, if it wasnât for me If she leaves, she wonât have a chance to drink the medicine, if only I could keep watching her...â
Cynthia was so sad that she turned around and hugged Helen tightly. The two girls cried so much that their whole bodies were shaking, especially Cynthia cried so that she couldnât even make a sound, and her shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.
The operation can be done at 9 oâclock, and everything will be fine after the operation. Why canât my mother wait for four hours? Is it because the condition is too serious and my mother canât bear the pain.
She couldnât stop crying, Alstonâs feet seemed to be frozen, he didnât dare to go over, didnât dare to comfort her, he could only let her cry out in pain.
After a long time, around 10 oâclock, the door of the operating room opened, and Dylan came out. Before taking off his mask, Cynthia rushed over and grabbed his sleeve with an anxious expression, âDylan, my mother... my mother... how is she?â
She was cautious, and eager to know but did not dare to know the result.
Dylan took off his mask, with a painful expression on his face, and Cynthia thumped in his heart.
âCynthia, Auntie... Auntie was not rescued... She swallowed too many sleeping pills... Iâm sorry... My condolences change...â
What was he still talking behind, Cynthia couldnât hear anything, her expression was in a trance, her mind was in a mess, she only saw his lips opening and closing, her eyes went dark and he passed out.
Before he fainted, he saw Alston rushing over, his handsome face lost his usual composure, panicked, âCynthia, whatâs wrong with you, Cynthia...â
Alston, are you satisfied now?
Cynthia stared at the ceiling dully, her eyes didnât move for a long time, if it wasnât for the ups and downs of her chest, she would have died as if.
Alston sat on the head of her bed with the porridge in his hand, and pursed his lips, âCynthia, you havenât eaten for almost two days, please drink some porridge, this is specially made by Mrs. Lewis for you.â
Cynthia frowned, and turned her back to him, âI dare not see you, you go out!â
A trace of pain flashed in Alstonâs eyes. He knew that Lynnâs death had hit Cynthia too hard. She hated him very much now. If he hadnât used tricks to stop Cynthia, the kidney transplant might have been successful now.
He pursed his lips, put the porridge on the bedside table, and said in a low but firm voice, âCynthia, I know you blame me. If I had to choose again, I still wouldnât let you get a kidney transplant. I donât regret it. Mom knows that you are going to give her your kidney, and she will not be happy, let alone take it.â
Cynthia turned her back to him, after hearing this, she turned around suddenly, and stared at him fiercely, âAlston, why do you say such things, you are not my mother, how do you know what she is thinking, she really wants to go Looking outside, I really want to have a healthy body, if this disease is not so painful, how could she not bear to commit suicide?â
She looked at Alston standing upright, looked down at herself, and sneered, âYou are always like this, selfish and domineering, you make your own decisions, and you donât allow others to refute them. Let me say it again, my body is my own Yes, you donât want me to give my mother a kidney transplant, you even lied to me, imprisoned me, and wanted me to watch my mother commit suicide in agony. Alston, your heart is so cruel!â
These words seemed to hold Alstonâs heart tightly with a big hand. He still had no expression on his face, cold and stubborn, âYou can think of me whatever you want, hate me or blame me, you can also talk about your body. Itâs your own, you canât bear it if you havenât eaten for two days, if you donât want to see me, I can leave, you have to remember to eat.â
After speaking, he turned and walked towards the door.
Cynthia looked at his tall back, thinking about his stubborn words just now, she didnât even get angry, when she saw the steaming porridge on the bed, she picked it up and threw it at his back without thinking.