My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 328

"Your father has been in a coma for almost 24 hours. These quacks keep saying we have to wait. What if he wouldn't wake up? They are just bullying us because they think our Dickens family isn't not as powerful as before..."

"Grandma, that's not the case."

"Christina, you have to ask for help now. Now that your father is sick, we must find assistance immediately. I know you have little social experience, and you may have few connections. But now your father's life is hanging in the balance. Do you want to piss me off? Is it so hard for you to ask for the Hopkins family's help? You don't care about your father's life, do you? Can you be so cruel?"

Christina didn't know how to communicate with her grandma. Several men at the nurse station looked at her strangely. After all, the Dickens family was distinguished in C City. Thus, although the nurse wanted to remind them to be quiet, after the crying of the old lady, she didn't dare to speak.

"Grandma, don't worry too much. I promise you I will find the best doctor to treat uncle."

Cory asked his subordinate to send Carrie back. He brought a fruit basket to the ward to visit Donald. When Mrs. Dickens saw him coming, she immediately held his hand and cried warmly, begging for his help.

Christina sighed, turned around and went into the ward to talk to her aunt. Betty stayed here all night, looking haggard and tired.

"Christina and I will stay here. Go and have a rest." Crystal said. She was considerate and good at taking care of people. Betty trusted her.

However, Betty insisted on staying in the hospital. "I won't go to the hotel. The ward is big. I'll take a rest on the small bed inside. I had a nurse watching with me last night, so I'm not very tired. I'll wait until your father wakes up."

"Auntie, eat something before you sleep." Cory walked in and brought some breakfast.

In the past, Betty didn't like Cory very much. But now, maybe she was old and experienced more things, suddenly, she didn't want to care about those trivialities. Therefore, she nodded at him.

Betty had some breakfast and went to the inner room to rest. Mrs. Dickens was sent home. Cory went to talk to the doctor and the dean, leaving Christina and Crystal in the ward.

"I think your auntie is attentive to your father." Crystal casually chose a subject, in case of being bored.

Christina stared at the injection in a daze. When she suddenly heard Crystal's words, she paused for a moment and then answered calmly, "Although my auntie hated the Dickens family, it has been many years since my mother's incident. She have hated them long enough."

And likewise, she hated the Dickens family as well. But after all, they were relatives. When an accident like this happened, everyone put aside their previous grudges and hoped to get along well.

There were footsteps outside the door. Cory walked in front, followed by several senior doctors and the dean.

"Don't worry. Your father's condition has stabilized. He should wake up today..."

Christina didn't expect Cory to help her so heartily. As she was about to say "Thank you", she turned around and was shocked.

Her eyes fixed on the bed, and the man on the bed slowly opened his eyes, whose sight happened to meet hers.

Perhaps Donald had been in a coma for too long and didn't wake up completely, he called out "Mair" at Christina. His voice was hoarse and weak, but he shouted hard.

Mair was the nickname of her mother Mary Eisenhower. Donald rarely called her mother so affectionately.

Christina was slow for two seconds. Meeting the confused eyes of her father, who had always been at odds with her, she pursed her lips and squeezed out a word awkwardly, "Dad."

She hadn't called him for a long time.

Hearing the word "Dad", Donald's eyes gradually became clear, as if he was suddenly awakened from a dream.

He remembered his car accident and looked a little surprised. He didn't expect to see his daughter who had broken up with him the first time he woke up. He even thought that if he died, his stubborn daughter might not come to his grave.