Chapter 12
The old injury recurred, and Vincent was sent back to the operating room.
Just finished work, Mr. and Mrs. Lockwood rushed over upon hearing the news and learned from the doctor that his hand was completely ruined this time. They felt like the sky was about to collapse.
They had only one son and had hoped that he would start a family and take on the responsibility of the Lockwood Group as soon as possible.
But over the years, he refused to return to the group for training and also refused to engage in a serious relationship. He kept insisting on becoming a pilot and causing trouble for the sake of a woman.
Now I have also wasted my right hand, and cut off the only future that could be considered a decent one..
Mr. and Mrs. Lockwood were rushed to the emergency room in a state of distress.
After the surgery, Vincent was taken to the intensive care unit.
After the anesthesia wore off, he opened his eyes and looked at the hazy barrier in front of him, instinctively calling out
“Soph.”
One second, ten seconds, one minute, no response
He thought she was not in the ward now, and only called out again when he heard footsteps at the door.
The answer to him, however, was a strange voice.
“Vincent, your right palm nerve is severed and cannot be healed. You cannot lift any heavy objects in the future.”
A few sentences, and Vincent’s heart sank to the bottom
He slowly lifted the hand that had been rewrapped, trying hard to control it, wanting to bring several fingers together, but he couldn’t exert any force.
Seeing his worsening condition, the nurse quickly stepped forward to stop him and earnestly admonished him once again.
Every word and sentence fell clearly into Vincent’s ears, but it felt as if they were drifting from outer space, carrying an unreal and surreal sensation. He opened his pale and dry lips and asked in a dazed manner.
I still fly a plane then?”
“Flying a plane? It’s already difficult for you to use a phone in this situation, so you better change your career, as soon as possible.”
The nurse muttered a few words quietly and changed to new medication.
The light in Vincent’s eyes slowly faded away and his eyes closed slowly. Some temporarily forgotten memories surged into my mind like a tide.
He remembered what had happened before his hand became useless.
Sports car, kiss, brawl, rose, and those ugly but heartfelt truths.
Watching those constantly flashing images, a smile crept across the corners of his mouth.
With endless self–mockery and boundless loneliness.
During the days in the ward, Vincent never spoke a word again.
He simply watched the slowly flourishing greenery outside the window in silence, hardly even blinking his eyes,
Only when someone pushed the door and entered, did he turn around to look at the sound.
After realizing it wasn’t Sophie, he would avert his gaze and continue to daydream.
Several brothers had never seen him so downcast before, and they didn’t dare to provoke him, so they could only sit beside him.
When he moved to the regular ward, he looked at the gathering of his family and friends, but still couldn’t see that familiar figure from inside. Then he asked with a frown
“What about Soph?”
Chapter 12
