Mr. Right, Spoil Me novel Chapter 191

Sarah decided to visit her father at his bedside, as she and he were hospitalized at the same place.

He was now being nursed very well, standing in total contrast to the way he was treated in the past when Sarah could not afford her father a proper ward with good care, only to see for a few times that the nurse scrubbed his body with cold water. But in here, everything was better than she could have ever imagined.

What she had done all paid off.

Between her legs, there was still some vague pain, thus she could only limp along the wall to reach her father’s ward. She could not help recalling the scene just now, brushing at those flirtatious whispers.

Andrew must be the incarnation of a wolf in sheep's clothing. He was completely another man when he stripped off.

He said he would do it only once, but just refused to let go of her, saying that he had held back for too long.

Bullshit! His desire was so strong!

He didn’t notice to let go of her until she mentioned it was not proper to have sex within a month after abortion.

Now, over half a month had passed.

“Dad, I come to visit you. How do you feel? Do you feel better?”

Getting no reply, Sarah looked at his father lying on the bed, sad and helpless, but with a frozen smile on her face.

That was her father, with whom no one else could compare favorably.

“Alas, I had an abortion. Do you think I’m a good-for-nothing? I can’t even protect my own child. I thought I could finally take a break if I could give birth to him, no need to wait for entirely two years. God fails me.”

Squatting at the bedside like a child, she looked at her father’s wrinkled hand hanging down on the bed. Her fingertips jumped on his hand, touching here and there childishly.

She seemed to indulge herself in it, showing no trace of sadness and sorrow for quite a while.

The man lay there still and silent.

From the window the breeze blew in, falling on Sarah, who flopped her head on the edge of the bed, hoping to fall asleep and never wake up.

After a while, she felt someone was approaching.

It was the doctor.

“Ms. Cox, hello.”

The doctor smiled. Behind him stood a few nurses.

“Hi.”

Sarah stood up at once, and asked, “Doctor, how possible could my father recover?”

“The likelihood is ... fifty ...”

Sarah’s heart beat as he said.

“... one. About fifty-one per cent.”

The doctor patted her shoulder as he said.

So it was narrowly likely for him to wake up.

But even that was better than forty-nine per cent. Sarah tried to comfort herself.

“Ms. Cox ...”

Just when the doctor intended to continue the conversation, he saw his patient’s finger moving, which was also sensed by Sarah from her hand.

All fixed their eyes on it.

“I saw it moving! It really did!” One of the nurses pointed out.

“Let me check.”

The doctor came over, put the stethoscope on his patient’s chest, and sure enough, there was a surprise!

“What did you just say to him?” The doctor asked Sarah, smiling at her expectantly.

Sarah hesitated, wondering if it was proper to speak out what she had said.

“Nothing special. Just some small talk, about what I did lately,” she explained.

The doctor got it and said, “Very well. Keep doing this. It’s beneficial for his probable recovery if you visit him more often and talk to him in your spare time. His hand just moved. It might be your words that stimulated him.”

“Is that true? Could my father wake up?”

“Hopefully yes. Don’t give up. God decides life and death. So anyone who lives on should not lose hope but take life seriously.”

“Thank you so much.”