Charles's POV:
Five hours later, the light of the operating room finally went out.
Dad exclaimed, "Charles, get up! Your Grandma is coming out!"
After sitting for five hours, I could hardly stand. My legs had fallen asleep, and I had to brace one hand against the wall for support.
The doors of the operating room swung open. Grandma was still unconscious on the bed when the nurse wheeled her out.
Dad, Grandpa, and I rushed over to her bedside.
"How'd she do?" Grandpa anxiously asked the nurse.
The nurse beamed, "She did very well. The operation is a raging success. The patient's tumor has been removed completely."
"Oh, that's great. Thank goodness," Grandpa heaved a sigh of relief.
While Grandpa spoke to the nurse, I whipped my head toward the operating room and saw a slender figure through the gap between the doors.
But before I could make out a face, the doors closed.
But why did that woman feel so familiar to me? Who was she?
"What are you looking at, Charles? Come on, let's go," Dad patted me on the shoulder.
I snapped back to my senses and shook my head.
The nurse took Grandma to the intensive care unit, and we followed. After telling us the dos and don'ts, the nurse turned to leave.
I reached out to stop her. "This is going to sound like a strange request, but will it be possible for me to meet Doctor Neame? He saved my grandmother. I want to thank him face to face." "My son is right. Our family owes him, and we must thank him properly for saving one of ours," Dad echoed.
"I'm sorry, but Doctor Neame has left the building," the nurse told us regretfully.
"What? Already?" I was surprised.
"He really is mysterious," Grandpa sighed.
I left Dad and Grandpa to watch over Grandma while I went to the hospital director to talk about Grandma's follow-up treatment.
When I passed by the nurses' station, I heard the nurses whispering.
"Did you see that beautiful lady with Doctor Neame today? Who was she?"
"I heard that she was his translator. He doesn't speak English."
That familiar figure appeared in my mind again and lingered.
Could it be her? All of a sudden, my heart started racing.
I immediately took out my phone and sent a message to Richard.
"Have you found out anything about Caroline Wilson?"
He replied quickly, "I've gotten some pieces of important information."
Scarlett's POV:
When I got home from the hospital, I was so tired that I collapsed on the sofa.
But I was glad to see with my own eyes that Christine's surgery went amazingly well.
I couldn't help sending a message to Hugo to express my gratitude.
"Thank you for saving a very important person in my life."
Hugo replied a few moments later.
"It's a doctor's sworn duty to save lives and heal the afflicted, Scarlett. But I'm a little curious. Charles hurt you in the past. Why did you still help him this time?"
After a short pause, I replied, "I didn't do it for him. I did it for Christine. She's a good person. She treated me like her own granddaughter and showered my children with unconditional love. I owed her."
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