He Chose Another Heir Now He Wants Me Back Chapter 46
At seven on Wednesday morning, my mother was wheeled into the operating room.
Before the anesthesia took hold, she squeezed my hand.
“I dreamed about the dress you bought when you were twelve,” she smiled faintly. “It fit you perfectly.”
The OR doors swung shut, and the red light came on.
I sat in the waiting area. Dante handed me a cup of hot tea. I cradled it in my hands without drinking.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
At last, the door opened.
The lead surgeon pulled off his mask. His forehead was beaded with sweat, but his eyes were smiling.
“The surgery was a success. The new organ is functioning well, and her vitals are stable. Now we begin seventy-two hours of observation.”
My knees went weak.
Dante caught me, his grip steady.