After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire
Chapter 753 Turn Vegetative

Chapter 753 Turn Vegetative

"Have you called Manuel?" asked Susan.

Justine responded firmly, "Yeah, but I don't think he will come."

"I know." Susan nodded.

Of course, she was fully aware of Manuel's attitude to her these days. Relationships between lovers would turn more and more vulnerable after every quarrel and dissension. Though she did fall for Henry in the old days, she still changed her mind and found herself greatly obsessed with Manuel. The same applied to Manuel, who used to be infatuated with her. And of course, now it was up to him to decide whether to dump his remaining feelings for her.

"You and Manuel are no longer a nice match for each other," Justine said firmly. At the same time, she tried to ease a sense of compunction by saying so.

Ever since Manuel broke up with Susan, he should have shirked the responsibility to consider her feelings. Thus, Justine did not want Susan to consider him faulty for not coming to meet her. "Okay." Susan nodded once again.

What Justine said was right-they were no longer a perfect match for each other.

Then, the door of the emergency room suddenly opened. Susan felt like her heart was about to skip a beat. When seeing the surgeon walking out, she couldn't help flinching and fixed her eyes blankly on his face covered with fatigue.

It was Justine who walked over to ask nervously, "Doc, how about Edward?"

The surgeon let out a long sigh, for which Susan almost fainted out of fear, thinking that the surgeon was about to inform them of her father's death.

"Fortunately, he has retrieved his breath after the best we could try. Now he's fine though still unconscious. However, when we took him in, we noticed something more than an excessive loss of blood but also a cerebral haemorrhage from him. We suspect that there could be a lump of haemorrhage within his brain. After the craniotomy, he remains unconscious. The haemorrhage may have damaged his brain, which could lead to a vegetative state." Said the surgeon.

All Susan hoped now was that she wasn't facing a cruel fact but an illusion instead. Her father was likely to turn into a permanent vegetative state.

How could that be?

At the thought that Edward was about to freeze on the bed for a lifetime, Justine felt like she was experiencing a nightmare. Though she knew Edward's condition was awful when he was taken to the hospital, she still firmly believed that with the advanced medical treatment, coupled with the best hospital ever in Northfield equipped with high-tech machines, Edward would be likely to recover. Never did she expect that he was about to turn vegetative in the end.

She felt struck by a bang of heartache.

Even though she married Edward for reason that she got to cover up her real identity and survive together with Manuel, she inevitably developed a great attachment to him after living together for decades. Thus, she found it heartrending when hearing the bad news.

She then turned to look at Susan, who slouched in the wheelchair with a pale face. Undoubtedly, she found it hard to accept the fact.

"Is that curable?" asked Justine.

"There used to be miracles happening to people in a vegetative state. Perhaps some of them may end up lying on the bed for a lifetime. But there were still some of them waking up unexpectedly someday in the future. So don't ever lose hope. And we did meet a lot of cases like that. They just woke up themselves soon out of everyone's expectation."

"You mean we gotta leave it to destiny to decide?" asked Justine while staring at the surgeon, desperately in need of a medical solution.

The surgeon shook his head, "We could do nothing but pray for a miracle. But don't worry. We will keep trying any possibility to wake him up." Speechless, Justine had no idea what else to ask for. Of course, she could tell the surgeon could provide nothing but words of solace for her. Meanwhile, Edward was taken out of the emergency room. His face was ghastly pale. Justine hurried over to call for his name. But she saw no response. Finally, Susan mustered up the courage to move over in a wheelchair.

She stared at her father, who was still breathing with his heart beating. However, his eyes remained closed.

"Dad?" Susan called for him in a soft voice.

"Dad, wake up. Dad!"

Drowning in great sadness, Susan repeated numbly. While watching, Justine couldn't help feeling so sorry for her. Though she used to replace this girl annoying, now she felt like being overwhelmed with sympathy for this helpless girl. Then she spoke to Susan gently, "We gotta take him to the ward. The doctor said there could be miracles. Perhaps he will wake up the next second."

Tears streamed down Susan's face. All she could hope was that her father could open his eyes as they long expected.

What if all those things had never happened?

Then they followed the medical workers as Edward was taken to a ward. After all the machines and equipment were set ready, the medical team left both Susan and Justine alone.

Still, Susan fixed her eyes on Edward in bed. It was her very first time seeing her father being so vulnerable. As far as she could recall, her father had always been strong and tough to fight against whatever risks posed to him. But now, he was knocked down unexpectedly, with a possibility that he might never wake up again.

Tears ran down her face out of control. Her heart felt like being shattered into pieces. Language failed to convey her pain. Susan could do nothing but sob and shiver.

Driven by empathy, Justine hurried to comfort her, "Susan, crying helps nothing. Maybe you can try to talk to your dad. Perhaps he would wake up upon hearing you. I have seen a lot of similar cases like that." Susan's eyes were blurred with tears. Her gaze at Justine seemed to contain a sense of disbelief.

"I know you must be painful. But think about it. What if your dad notices you are writhing in agony? It will only make him sadder. He had done so much for you. I don't think he risked his life to just see you struggling in pain. I believe he would prefer to see you enjoy your life. Whether he would wake up or not, it shouldn't be the obstacle holding you back. You gotta keep going! That's what your dad wanna see." Justine continued sincerely.

While biting her lips slightly, Susan could tell Justine's kindness. However, she still found it impossible to compose herself every time she saw her father lying in the bed, unconscious.

"Susan, now that your father had fainted, you are on your own." Said Justine both seriously and worriedly.

As far as she was concerned, Susan had never been an independent type.

"Alright, that's all I am gonna tell you. Justine didn't intend to continue. She deemed it necessary to leave Susan some time for her own. After all, for most people facing the same situation, it would take some time before they went back on track.

Justine was much less composed than she appeared on the surface. Still, what happened to Edward was too horrible to accept. It was just that she knew how to disguise herself from pain better than Susan.