Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148 Caring for Madam Young at the Hospital 

Idris shook his head, his voice low. “We don’t know yet.” His face, usually the picture of calin, now showed lines of strain that he could not quite mask, revealing his concern. 

“Ensio will be here soon to drive you home. Stay safe on the road,” Idris sald, handing me a bag of medicine. His worry for Madam Young was clear as he quickly left the hospital. 

I could not just stand there. I ran after him, catching up and saying, “Tin coming with you.” 

Idris gave me a sidelong glance, paused, and then nodded slightly, silently accepting my company. 

The car ride was quiet, a stark contrast to the chatter of the morning. The silence hung heavy, filled 

with unspoken fears. 

Thirty minutes later, we rushed into the hospital where Madam Young was being treated, Right outside the emergency room, we found Mr. Zachary and the Young family’s younger generation anxiously waiting 

As Idris approached, they all looked up expectantly. 

Idris went straight to Mr. Zachary, his voice urgent. “How is she?” 

Mr. Zachary’s brow was creased with worry as he replied, “They’re still trying to save her. 

The red light above the emergency room door blinked ominously. Idris’s gaze was dark, his frown deepening 

I glanced at the Youngs worried faces, all seated on the chairs, waiting in tense silence 

Biting my l*p, I turned to Mr. Zachary and asked, “What happened, Mr. Zachary? How did grandma Just fall from the attic like that?” 

Mr. Zachary let out a heavy sigh, his face etched with remorse. “I just wasn’t paying attention,” he lamented. “Madam Young woke up with the dawn, eager to catch the sunrise from the attic, saying the weather was too nice to miss. Lake City’s been under a cold, gray blanket for weeks, and today, the sun finally broke through. I thought a little sunshine and fresh air would do her good, so I took her up there. She sent me off to do other things, telling me to come back for her in a couple of hours. I didn’t think much of it and went on with my chores, planning to return after she’d had her fill of the 

sunrise. But when I did, she had already taken a terrible fall from the attic and was out cold.” 

His eyes, aged and weary, brimmed with tears of guilt and self–blame. 

I bit my l*p, holding back further questions, and whispered a few words of comfort to Mr. Zachary before settling into a silent vigil outside the emergency room. 

Madam Young, though she was getting on in years and seemed strong enough, was still vulnerable to falls, which could lead to a cascade of complications. 

Two hours ticked by, and the operating room doors swung open. A doctor in a white coat emerged. 

The Youngs‘ younger relatives rushed to him, desperate for news about Madam Young 

The doctor surveyed the anxious faces, his own countenance tinged with concern. “She’s out of immediate danger,” he began cautiously, “but we’re not out of the woods yet. She’s suffered some internal bleeding, and at her age, surgery is too risky. We’ve managed to stabilize her with medication for now, and she’ll need to be monitored closely in the ICU. There’s no need for everyo to stay. Just one or two of you should remain here.” 

With that, he peeled off his gloves and departed