Chapter 31
Although I wasn’t sure whether he was telling the truth, right now, it seemed like I had no choice but to give it a try.
Even if it was just a glimmer of hope.
Before I could say anything more to the doctor, a soft, youthful voice came from behind. “Charlene, is that you?”
I froze, my heart skipping a beat, and I immediately turned to look. Shane, frail and little, was feeling his way along the wall, struggling to straighten himself up.
The words I had intended to say stuck in my throat, and I looked at him in disbelief, my voice trembling as I asked, “Shane, you–you can’t see?”
Shane nodded lightly. He walked over obediently, his voice full of fear, “Charlene, will you come visit me often?”
Tears immediately rolled down my face. Ashton pushed me over to Shane, and I hugged him tightly. “Yes, I’ll visit you more often from now on.”
Shane touched my wheelchair, and his expression immediately turned to one of panic. “Charlene, what happened to your legs? Did something happen to you?”
I said, “No, I just sprained my ankle. It’ll be fine in a couple of days.”
Hearing that, Shane let out a sigh of relief. He reached out and gently rested his head on my lap, his voice full of longing. “Charlene, can you come twice a week from now on?”
I had to hold back my sobs, struggling to keep my voice steady. Shane continued, “The last time I saw you was four days ago. Back then, I could still see you.”
That simple sentence made my heart ache.
He said, “I’m afraid that in a few days, I won’t be able to hear your voice anymore. So, while I can still hear, could you talk to me more?”
I cried uncontrollably, my voice faltering as I said, “Of course.”
I stayed with Shane the entire evening, talking to him. I told him stories, sang him songs, and shared some of the few amusing things from my childhood, until Shane finally drifted into a deep sleep. Only then did I leave.
Ashton gently comforted me, “It will get better, Charlene.”
Will it?
I wasn’t sure. With such a low chance of recovery, I didn’t even know whether I should let Shane undergo the surgery.
I was afraid he might die on the operating table.
Ashton said, “If you need money, you can ask me.”
I looked up and wiped the tears from my eyes. “Okay.”
But now, it wasn’t about the money. I took out my phone, opened up Ivan’s contact, and asked him, [What’s the name of the brain specialist you mentioned?]
There was a long pause on the other end. I knew I couldn’t rush him, so I let Ashton take me home for the time being.
Ashton spoke softly, “Charlene, don’t worry. I’ll try my best to help you get in touch with the doctor.”
I thanked him and looked out the window, remaining silent after that.
He sighed, knowing the chances were slim.
After all, he had been trying to help me for a while.
But his father didn’t like him helping me too much, always limiting his actions.
The possibility of relying on Ashton was really small.
Ashton helped me to the door, comforted me for a while longer, and then left.
I stared at my phone screen for a long time before Ivan’s message finally appeared. [Sorry, I was performing surgery on a patient. The brain specialist’s name is Elliot Wyatt.]
Hearing that name, my eyes immediately lit up. Elliot Wyatt was one of the top brain specialists in the country.
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Chapter 31
He should be able to save Shane.
I asked Ivan, “What do you want in return?”
He replied, “Be my girlfriend, Charlene.
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