Deep Love Hidden From Him

Chapter 671

Hearing these words, Theodore curled his lips into a bitter smile.

He knew that Everleigh was the kind of person who didn't want others to worry about her. Whenever something happened to her, she would shoulder the burden alone. She never liked to complain to others, not even him.

Otherwise, if she had told him earlier, he wouldn't have missed her for so many years.

At that moment, Selena and Leon came in. They brought lunch for Theodore and stopped by to visit Everleigh.

It had been so long and yet, there was no sign of her awakening.

Theodore ate only a little before his appetite disappeared. Seeing him like this, Christopher was unable to understand.

"Are you suffering from anorexia? You've only eaten that much," he asked.

Theodore shook his head. "No, I just can't eat."

Christopher was still worried. He asked Theodore to undergo a checkup afterwards. Otherwise, it would be a loss if Everleigh recovered while he got

sick.

By this time, after a month of recuperation, Wilson had pretty much recovered.

As Missha approached, she noticed that he looked much better. She grimaced and said, "Not bad, huh. After a month of rest, you've recovered quite a lot."

"Tell me, what should I do now?"

She didn't talk much to him. She took out a set of car keys straight away and handed them to him. "You drive to this address and someone will take you there. By then, you'll know what's going on."

He looked at the address on it, which happened to be in the grey zone.

He felt inexplicable fear in his heart every time he saw this. There were all kinds of people there, and anything could happen, including death. Anytime, anywhere, one could die there. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Missha, the Jenkins family is said to be a prestigious family, but you, why are you doing all these terrible things?"

"You shouldn't say that, should you? If I remember correctly, you are also a murderous scum. In comparison, I am much more moral than you. At least, my hands are still squeaky clean," she enunciated word by word.

There was an undertone of raw iciness in every

word.

Wilson pursed his lips, clenched his fists, and didn't answer. He had promised to do Missha's bidding, and there was no turning back.

"Fine, I'll be there tomorrow."

"That's great. Remember, finish this for me, and I will help you get your new life. I also believe that you know what gets said and what doesn't."

He understood what she meant. She was trying to get him to remain tight-lipped. If he blurted it out, not to mention what she would face, he would also be finished.

Early in the morning, before dawn, Wilson drove alone to the designated location.

No one could imagine how he got out of that place.

At the hospital, Benedict called a meeting with the doctors. The main thing was that they needed some doctors to go to a hospital in the countryside for training.

Benedict looked around; no one dared to take it. They all kept their heads down and remained silent.

"Christopher, I believe you have great dedication." Benedict named him directly. He remembered the man saying that he liked to go to places like this.

Eyes widening, Christopher was shocked. "Mr. Lawson, you know who I am now. Now that Everleigh is sick, the cardiology department is short of talent. If you transfer me, then I..."

"Stainley's here so what are you worried about?" Benedict was unhappy with his rejection.

Some time passed and Everleigh was still in the hospital, in a coma. They had to get on with their lives, too.

"No, Mr. Lawson, that's not it. My concern is for my colleagues. Besides, we have to have principles."

"Mr. Lawson, I'll go," Stainley said abruptly. "Let Christopher stay here."

Christopher glanced at him, a little surprised. He was just as worried about Everleigh as they were. It was best for no one to leave at this time.

Stainley sighed. The truth was, he didn't want to leave either. However, every day, when he saw Theodore and Everleigh staying together, it was hard for him to let go, even if he wanted to.

After all, having persisted for so many years, it would be impossible for him to suddenly let go of his feelings for her.

It might be much better to leave.

"Since Stainley has said so, let's have you lead the team. I think that you'll be fine with this."

"Okay." Stainley had already decided. He was fine with whoever would lead the team.

Benedict named a few people and asked them to go with Stainley. In fact, they weren't exactly willing to, but because of him, they had to agree.

At this moment, only Everleigh alone was in her ward. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the scene in front of her. She actually found it foreign.

Theodore came back from the bathroom and sat on the side of the bed as usual. He said to her, "The water in the bathroom is so cold. No wonder you always say that it's not a good place to be."

Her gaze turned to the man in front of her, her tears welling up.

He sensed that she was looking at him. When he turned around, he really saw her staring at him.

He froze for a long moment. His lips quivered as he tried to call out her name, but he couldn't even utter a word.

Her face was pale, and there was a medley of emotion in her eyes. She really wanted to talk to him, but didn't know where to start.

"Everleigh," he finally called out, his excited voice tinged with a hint of huskiness.

He held her tightly in his arms.

Tears fell from his eyes and trickled down to her neck. When she felt it, her tears flowed as well. Her raspy voice sounded like a rusty machine, "Theo... dore."

He let go of her and wiped the tears from his face. He shouted excitedly, "I'm going to call Dr. Harrison."

She tried to stop him, but he was gone before she could say anything.

Maxwell heard Theodore's words and hurried to Everleigh's ward. The other nurses learned of the news and followed as well.

As a result, the small ward was packed with people.

"Everleigh.”

"Dr. Harrison." Everleigh hadn't spoken in a long time, and her voice was hoarse beyond words.

Maxwell's eyes turned red, his tears almost falling, when he saw that she could talk.

"You've finally woken up, or I would have given up on you. I can't lose the disciple I trained, right?" He choked up and said. Had it not been for so many people here, he would have cried out long ago.

She smiled faintly, blood rising from her cracked lips. "How can I let my teacher down?" "Let me check you physically," he said, as he asked the nurse to push her into the examination room.

Theodore followed close behind, trying to ascertain her condition.

Everleigh laid in the MRI machine and could clearly observe the condition of her brain.

Theodore and Maxwell were in the control room checking the results. Theodore was very nervous that something might have happened to her.

"Dr. Harrison, how is she? "

"She's fine now. The blood clot in her brain has dissipated."