After uttering those few words, Dean couldn’t really hear what Balfour and Ivy were saying in response.
His gaze was fixed on the “In Surgery” sign above the operating room. That ominous light seemed to burn forever, and he wondered when it would finally be extinguished.
Balfour clasped Dean's hand, noticing the slightly bent fingers that had worked so hard over the years.
Ivy, already in tears, stood silently by. Seeing the concern etched on Balfour and Dean's faces only tightened the knot in her chest.
If Alyssa were to pass away today, their family would face the greatest challenge it had ever known. And Ivy couldn’t even begin to fathom the impact on her own heart.
Since the day she arrived in this family, Alyssa had showered her with love. The affection she had missed from her own kin had been wholly compensated for by these two wonderful elders. Ivy had never known the warmth of a family until Alyssa had wrapped her in hers.
But now, Alyssa lay on that cold operating table, and Ivy’s heart twisted in anguish.
Then, with a quiet click, the light above the operating room went out. It was a silent signal, but to Ivy, it sounded like a thunderclap. She stood up reflexively, pushing through to the operating room door with Balfour and Dean.
When the doctor finally came out and assured them that it was over, Ivy snapped out of her daze.
“How is she? How’s Alyssa?” she asked urgently.
The doctor’s relaxed expression was a balm to their nerves.
“Don’t worry, sir, and you two as well. The clot in your wife’s brain has been successfully removed. Now, we just have to wait for her to wake up. She may not bounce back immediately—we’ll have to see how she recovers in the coming days,” the doctor explained.
They could only guarantee that Alyssa was out of immediate danger; the rest was up to her body's ability to recover.
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