Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 230

Charlie was stunned.

He took a deep drag on his cigarette and said, "He got a cerebral hemorrhage."

"Then... how is he doing now?" Wendy asked, holding her breath, and unconsciously clenched her hands.

Charlie pulled the corner of his mouth and directly pinched the cigarette. "The operation is over. He has a narrow escape from danger. Now the effect of the anesthesia hasn't subsided, and he's sent back to the ward."

"Good, that's good..." Wendy breathed a sigh of relief and muttered twice.

"He's getting old, so there's no guarantee that anything will go wrong with his health. The doctor used to say that he had high blood pressure and ask him to control his emotions. It's a scary ride to the hospital this time, but the doctor said he's fine now." Charlie's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he moved his lips. "You don't have to worry about it."

He said it in a brisk tone, but Wendy felt sad when she heard it.

Especially the last sentence, which didn't seem like they were directed at her, but more like he was trying to reassure himself.

It was only one night, and his voice was hoarse. At the same time, Wendy saw that his eyes were full of entangled red blood, and there was a green shadow under his eyelids, which showed that he didn't close his eyes for the whole night.

"Charlie, don't worry..." She gently held his hand.

Charlie's thin lips twitched silently.

In fact, the moment he received the call, he was very worried. On the way, he almost flew the Land Rover and finally arrived at the hospital. The operating room's lights were on, and Ella and her son were guarding there. When Donna saw him, she went forward and gave him a comforting hug, but his back was cold.

Until the door of the operating room was pushed open, he finally felt relieved when he saw the doctor's mouth open and closed and heard that his father was fine.

Charlie poured out another cigarette from the case, which seemed to be the last one. He held it in his mouth but did not lit it for a long time.

His deep eyes gazed at her, and his slightly hoarse voice was full of regret and self-reproach. "Wendy, do you think it's all because of me that my father was hospitalized?"

"Don't say that..."

Wendy clenched his hand distressedly.

She got up from the bed, crouched halfway in front of him and said, "Charlie, sleep for a while?"

"I'll take off your clothes. You look tired. Please lie down first!"

Charlie did not nod or refuse. He just let her do what she want to do.

Wendy helped Charlie on the bed and carefully tucked in the blanket, then gingerly, she walked out of the bedroom with his suit and shoes and closed the door thoughtfully.

After washing up in the bathroom, Wendy changed her clothes and went out. She didn't go far and bought some vegetables and meat in the nearby supermarket. She wanted to make something for him when he woke up. Fortunately, it was Saturday today, so she could take care of him.

When Wendy put the four dishes and one soup on the table, Charlie just woke up.

She sneaked the door and peeked inside twice when she was cooking. She knew that he didn't sleep well and didn't even change his posture, but his mental state was obviously better.

After dinner, Wendy went to the kitchen to wash dishes. When she came out again, she saw that Charlie was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a remote control in his hand and watching TV. After the program was finished, it came to the advertisement, but he did not intend to change the channel.

She walked to his side and sat down, but didn't know what to say.

When the phone rang, Charlie looked at it and picked it up. "Hello, aunt."

"He's awake? Well... okay, I got it."

After a short call, Charlie put his phone back on the table. Wendy didn't hear what Donna said over there, but she could guess that Charlie's father's anesthesia had worn off, and he's awake now.

She looked up at his stern profile and asked tentatively, "Charlie, aren't you going to see your father?"

"No." Charlie twitched his lips. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

"Why don't you go? You should go to see him!" Wendy sighed in her heart. Seeing his indifferent face, she said with a soft voice, "He is now in the hospital, and he just woke up. He must want to see his family! Charlie, aren't you worried? It's good to see for yourself. And if he sees you, he will be very happy..."

Charlie said in a faint voice, "He won't want to see

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me.

"..." Wendy was stunned.

Her heart tightened. She thought for a moment and said softly again, "Go and see him. Charlie, I'll go with you."

"You want to accompany me?" Charlie was stunned, and then he frowned.

"Yes!" Wendy nodded without hesitation.

The last two times, it was he who asked her to accompany him. But this time, she offered to accompany him. Because she was also in the Hogg's Mansion last night. Although she was afraid of facing Gilbert at the bottom of her heart, she felt very sorry. More importantly, she wanted to accompany him.

Since she had decided to visit Gilbert, Wendy got up from the sofa.

However, they did not leave immediately, and there was a buzzing sound of the range hood in the kitchen.

On the stove, the soup in the pot was boiling, and the fresh aroma of chicken soup drifted out from time to time. Wendy was standing there, staring at the heat.

"Charlie, come and have a try!"

Hearing the sound of footsteps, she turned around and quickly took out some with a spoon and handed it over.

Charlie frowned and took a sip.

"Is it a little light? Would you like to add some more salt?" Wendy immediately asked. Before he could answer, she shook her head and muttered, "Forget it. The patient should not eat anything too salty. It's not good for his recovery..."

Charlie's eyes were slightly tense. "You don't have to do this. He won't appreciate it!"

"I know..." Wendy nodded.

"Then why are you still doing this?" Charlie said in a deep voice. It seemed that he would call her an idiot again in the next second.

Wendy raised her head and replied with a smile, "Charlie, he is your father..."

There was no special reason, just because that man was Charlie's father.

Charlie opened his arms and hugged her from behind, like a giant dog. He put his chin on her shoulder as if he was carefully smelling her aura.

Wendy turned off the fire and unscrewed the clean lunch box. She carefully put a little bit of chicken soup into it, and carefully pinched it. She held the lunch box in her hand with satisfaction. Then she turned around and said to Charlie, "Okay, let's go!"

"Okay." Charlie took her hand.

In a private hospital, Wendy got out of the car with Charlie.

On the floor of the internal medicine department, the elevator door opened and the two of them came out of it. The corridor seemed very quiet, and the pungent smell of disinfectant lingered on the tip of the nose.

Charlie pointed at the one in front of them and said, "It's the one up front."

"Okay..." Wendy nodded.

Soon, they arrived at the door of the ward. Charlie looked at her first, raised his hand and knocked on the door, and then slowly pushed the door open.