Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 142

Chapter 142 First Time in His Life

Jean found a quiet spot in the hospital corridor and called Miles. The call quickly connected. "Yes, Ms. Eyer?"

"Where is he now?"

"He's having a meal with one of our partners, at-"

"Send me the location." With that, Jean hung up and hurried to the elevator. On the other hand, both Edgar and Nathan were at the meal. Miles quickly walked into the room to report to Edgar that Jean was on her way here.

As soon as Nathan heard her name, he quickly signaled to Edgar that it was okay for the latter to leave. 'I will take care of everything here' was what he was saying with his expression.

Hence, he got up and left with a tinge of coldness in his eyes. Throughout his entire life, he had never waited for anyone, let alone for a woman.

Pacing around the lobby, he walked up and down the staircase as he fumbled with his buttons. There was only one thought in his mind. What is she here for? To reject my good intentions, or...

The hotel door was automatic. Every time it opened, he would look at the door, until Jean finally arrived. He quickly put his coffee down and looked at her, waiting for her to walk toward him.

Even though he knew very well that she was here on another man's behalf, he could not hide his growing emotions. Appraising her expression, he spoke. "Take a seat."

Jean's gaze was frosty. After looking at him for a while, she finally asked, "What do you want?"

There was no trace of gratitude in her tone. He frowned. "I-”

"If you are planning to frame Ben and hurt him in the operation room, I will never forgive you," she said darkly, not expecting Edgar to stoop this low.

She looked at him intently to decipher every reaction of his. "Do I need to do that?" He leaned backward with a cold look in his eyes, having no intentions to explain himself. Jean let out a cold snort. "You are s scheming. What else will you not bring yourself to do?"

Didn't he bribe Mr. Hoffer yesterday to make me come here? He's a hypocrite. She was furious and hated the fact that she was once his wife.

"I don't have any malicious intentions." He placed a name card on the table. "This is the World Medical Association's phone number; you can go ahead and give them a call to check if the two orthopedic specialists are qualified or not. I just... want to help you."

"What are the conditions?"

Jean knew very well that Edgar was a businessman after all, and he would not do anything that did not bring him any benefits.

Suppressing his anger, he held his coffee cup. "Nothing."

Clearly, Jean did not believe his words. "Even though Ben is staying at a private hospital, I know you are one of the investors. No matter what, if you play any tricks behind our backs, I'm sure you will be exposed. I'll be staying with Ben all day; so don't you even think of doing anything funny."

All day?

Edgar's gaze became sharper. He could not help recalling what happened the night before, and he placed his coffee cup back on the table, letting out a loud clink. Just as Jean was about to leave, he called her. "I can even convince the Racing Association to revisit the results, if you agree to another condition of mine."

Since she doubts me so much, I'll just play along with her game.

"What?" Jean asked suspiciously, knowing that he was up to no good.

He ignored her reaction and threw a bunch of keys on the table. "Move into my mansion. I'll tell you the rest later."

"You're sick, Edgar."

Without any hesitation, she walked away. He probably can't satisfy his desires with Gigi, so he wants to vent it out on me. "What a jerk."

Sitting on his chair, Edgar heaved a deep sigh and shook his head helplessly before putting his keys back into his pocket.

This was the first time he realized how difficult it was to correct a woman's prejudice.

Then, he took out his phone and called a number. "Arrange for an operation for Ben. Make sure he can make a full recovery."

As long as he turns out fine, Jean won't have to feel guilty toward him, and she can cut ties with the Ludwig family.

With that thought in mind, he turned around to walk back to the private room.

Meanwhile, Jean returned to the hospital. The doctors had already come up with an operation plan, and their assistants had brought the consent form for Ben's family. They also explained clearly what risks were involved.

Jean paid attention to every detail and constantly asked them questions to clear things up.

Even Farra was stunned to see that. "Jean, how do you know about blood cell transplant?"

"I've been looking up related information over the past few days. There have been several cases of similar operations both within and out of our country. Some of them were completely healed, while some had a relapse after 3 to 4 years."

Seeing how dedicated she was, Farra was even more satisfied with her.

While Jean was still going over the details of the operation, she went to Ben's bedside and said, "This girl that you've chosen is really decent. Your dad and I are quite happy with her. After the operation, let's replace a day to settle your marriage."

At this moment, Farra felt that Jean was a much better option than Ally.

More importantly, she was honest. Even though her family situation was not the best, as long as she treated Ben genuinely, Farra was happy enough. Perhaps after a few years, they will have a few kids, and live a simple yet happy life. That would be quite nice too.

Ben blushed when he heard that.

"What are you talking about, Mom?"

I spent so much effort just to be able to date her. How can I dare to propose in such a short time? If she rejects me, it's going to be awkward.

"Hey, both of you are not exactly young anymore. Of course you should marry her as soon as possible. Don't worry about this, I'll arrange it for you. The garden behind the hospital looks like a good spot - it's romantic!"

With that, she made an 'OK' gesture to him and strolled out of the ward, humming to herself along the way.

On the other hand, Jean had also made sure of all the details of the operation. After the assistants left, she explained the entire process to Ben again.

However, he seemed to be in a trance - he just kept looking at her face.

"Are you even listening? This is your operation after all. Can you pay more attention?"

Leaning against his bed, Ben smiled cheekily. "My life is in your hands now. These are not important to me. By the way, where did you go in the afternoon? I was looking for you."

"I had an upset stomach, so I went to the bathroom."

With that, she turned around and handed him an orange. "This is for you. I'm going there again."

She escaped from his ward after that and heaved a sigh outside.

If Edgar is telling the truth, and the operation is successful, Ben can stand on his feet the day after tomorrow.

Looking at the blue skies outside, she prayed silently.

However, life was unpredictable. The night before the operation, the blood bank had insufficient blood supply.

"It seems like we need to postpone the operation. We need an ample supply of blood. Otherwise, the operation will be very risky."

Myer and Farra exchanged anxious looks, but Ben consoled them. "Don't worry. It's just a few days."

"But the specialists are going back soon, and it might be delayed by more than a few days. It will have a huge impact on you." Even Dr. Roffe was slightly anxious.

As the operation was to be held quite soon, they did not have enough time to transfer the blood supplies from other blood banks.

Standing next to them, Jean suddenly had an idea. "I can donate some of my blood. Will that work?"