My Wife Act Differently Behind Me
Chapter 268

Chapter 268

Mr. Riddle Sr., who had been lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes and saw the anxious Damien by his side.

He stretched his hand out and patted the latter's hand to comfort him.

After that, his gaze trailed away, seemingly looking for something.

He then saw Daniel standing behind Mr. Riddle.

Sr, with the ventilation tubes on his face, let out a faint smile.

He waved at Daniel as if trying to beckon this silent son over. Daniel was taken aback and walked over with some hesitation. Mr. Riddle Sr.

had never liked him much.

He thought that his father would have preferred to see Damien first, so he did not rush forward.

When Damien saw Mr. Riddle Sr. grasping Daniel's hand with a look of relief in his eyes, an imperceptible cold glint appeared in his eyes.

'This was a mistake in the choice I made.

Otherwise, Daniel would not have gotten this advantage!'

As he thought of this, Damien seemingly stared daggers at Daniel.

Mr. Riddle Sr. looked at Daniel, the son he had somewhat neglected all this while.

He wanted to say something to only belatedly realize that the ventilation tubes were inserted into both his mouth and nose, making him unable to utter a single word.

He was unhappy having those tubes stuck into him and wanted to pull them off.

Nicole returned at this very moment as she held a small white pill in her hand.

She placed the cup of water and pill by the side as she said under the curious gaze of the three present.

"This is the medicine prescribed by the doctor."

After that, she deftly took off the oxygen mask and tubing from Mr. Riddle Sr and handed him the medicine.

"Eat it."

Mr. Riddle Sr. looked at Nicole.

He wanted to refuse, yet for some reason, a part of him trusted Nicole, causing him to open his mouth and eat the medicine.

He had no idea that it was a special intuition a person has toward their savior.

Although Mr. Riddle Sr. was still in a daze and was not fully conscious.

Yet he still had a perception of what was happening in the world outside.

While his brain had not reacted, his body had already helped him make this most primitive judgment.

"He can be fed with a liquid diet half an hour later."

Mr. Riddle Sr. swallowed the medicine and watched as Nicole took care of the medical devices on his body in an orderly fashion before leaving.

There was a sense of familiarity welling with him, causing him to feel close to her.

Under the bright operating theater lights, the assistants going back and forth, and the cold voice over his head, "Open the wound."

"Coronary angiography." "Angioscope."

"Stent."

"Hemostat."

"Alright.

Apply the suture."

Gradually, the voice seemed to merge together with Nicole's voice by his side.

Mr. Riddle Sr. looked at Nicole's back in a daze that he did not even listen to what Damien was saying to him.

He looked on for a few seconds and wanted to get out of bed.

Damien watched on as Mr. Riddle Sr., who was watching Nicole leaving.

He felt that something was gradually slipping out of his control.

He clenched his fist and looked at the empty door with an unpredictable glint in his eyes.

Daniel heard what Nicole said and quickly stopped Mr. Riddle Sr.

from trying to get out of the bed as he shook his head at him.

"Dad, you cannot get out of bed yet." Mr. Riddle Sr.

realized that he was really weak, so he nodded weakly and lay down again.