NovelBookChapter 560: Dr. Christos Ellis.
The world-renowned neurosurgeon. A flawless track record—no mistakes, no fatalities. If anyone could bring someone back from the edge, it was him. Christos was a true medical genius.
Christos inclined his head slightly at Corrine and spoke in even, precise tones.
"Carl's blood pressure was critically high. We've stabilized him, but his test results show severe vascular narrowing. To prevent a major stroke, I recommend placing a stent once his condition improves." Waldo pushed down his surprise and nodded.
"Understood. Thank you, Dr. Ellis." Christos gave a brief nod.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You're welcome, Mr. Ford." Then his gaze shifted to Corrine.
"Miss Holland. Goodbye." He lingered for a moment, his eyes studying her with quiet curiosity.
He had known Nate for years-ruthless, strategic, a man who never moved without purpose.
And yet, for this woman, he had moved mountains.
Fascinating.
Twenty minutes later, Carl's eyes fluttered open.
The hospital lights cast a sterile glow over the room, but the first thing he saw were familiar faces—his sons and grandson. As his vision cleared, Corrine stepped forward, worry etched into every line of her face.
"Grandpa... are you alright?” Carl's gaze softened. A warm smile spread across his face.
"I'm fine. No need to worry, my dear." Corrine nodded, but emotion swelled in her throat. Tears welled up, spilling over before she could stop them.
Carl reached out, his wrinkled hand gently brushing them away.
"Oh, sweetheart, why are you crying again?" She wiped at her eyes, but the tears kept falling, relentless.
"I was scared..." Her voice wavered. She was scared of losing her loved ones. Of being left behind. Of facing another unbearable loss.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCarl let out a quiet chuckle, full of warmth and understanding.
"Silly girl. I'm old. That day will come, eventually."
He cupped her cheek, his touch, gentle as he wiped her tears. Corrine grasped his hand, holding it tightly.
"You'll live a long and happy life." Carl chuckled.
"What, am I supposed to becimmortal now?"
He let the humor settle for a moment before his expression turned om el thoughtful. "Corrine, could you fetcha glass of water?"
She nodded and reached for the m kettle, heading toward the door.
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