Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 376

The smile on Amelia's face disappeared when she saw Gilbert's miserable condition.

She pointed at Gilbert and questioned Alice in a harsh voice, "That's what you meant when you said he has woken up! Huh?"

In case that Amelia would misunderstand, Alice hurried to explain, "Amelia, listen, in a medical sense, your father has regained his consciousness. As for his mobility, I'm afraid..."

Alice wanted to speak but stopped. Amelia's heart sank. She rushed straight to the doctor and asked, "Doctor, I am the patient's daughter. Tell me the truth, is that normal for my father to be in such a condition?"

The doctor adjusted his glasses and said, "Your father has a stroke, which manifests itself in a crooked mouth, the failure of speaking fluently, and even inability to take care of himself. But you don't have to despair. Your father can see and hear you now. He just can't move."

Just?

The simple word from the doctor was a blow to the family.

Amelia squatted beside the wheelchair, brought Gilbert's bent hand to her cheek, and murmured, "Dad, why did such a thing have to happen to you?"

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt the fingers on her cheek move. It was slight, but she could feel it. She looked at Gilbert with her eyes full of tears. "Dad, you can hear me and know that I'm Amelia, right?"

Facing her expectant face, Gilbert didn't move his fingers...

Amelia was a little disappointed, but she had heard that if patients were told something pleasant, they could be stimulated and recover faster.

So she said in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them, "About Mom, I have already forgiven you. As long as you get better soon, I have no objection to whoever you want to be with. I wish you and Alice happiness... Dad."

Amelia's voice was low, but Alice still heard it. She had mixed feelings. She had been looking forward to this and waited for this so many years. Just when she thought that Amelia would never recognize their relationship, Amelia wished Gilbert and her happiness...

She hoped it would not be too late.

After coming out of the ward, Amelia had been depressed. Kaleb and his colleagues, who were a few steps behind her, whispered, "I don't think Mr. Gilbert's doing very well."

Director B echoed Director A, "That's an understatement. His condition couldn't have been worse! Now he can't even stand up, let alone return to his position in the company!"

Kaleb shook his head affectedly. "Everyone, after seeing Gilbert's current condition, I'm convinced once again that supporting Daniel is a wise choice. What do you think?"

Director C agreed, "Yes. After all, both his daughters are incompetent even with help. Poor Gilbert. He has been working for the company for half his life, only to find that finally it would be taken over by an outsider. If I were him, I would have long died out of anger!"

While they were chatting, Amelia clenched her fists tighter and tighter. She had tolerated the former part of the conversations, but the latter was so rude that she stopped suddenly.

Kaleb didn't expect Amelia to turn around abruptly and nearly bumped into her. He looked up at her and asked, confused, "Well, Amelia, why do you stop?"

Amelia looked at him with cold eyes and turned her fury into a faint smile. "Uncle, you seem to be very

optimistic about Daniel's future in the company."