Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 659

After dawn, military leaders began to arrive one after another.

Bennett held a high rank in the army, and since he was injured in the line of duty, it was standard for his superiors to visit.

Moreover, he was Mr. Thompson Sr.'s grandson and the heir to the wealthy Thompson family. An incident involving him on a mission was a major event.

In addition to the military leaders, Tobias and Noah also arrived, waiting outside the operating room.

“Bennett is a good man; he’ll pull through,” said a high-ranking officer from Bennett’s unit, an old subordinate of Mr. Thompson Sr. and a former comrade of Tobias.

“How has the old man been? Maybe we should keep this from him for now, to spare him the worry.”

Tobias shook his head. “There’s no hiding it from him. He already knows. His blood pressure has been a bit high lately. It took a lot of convincing to keep him from coming here himself.”

“Bennett is the grandson he values most,” the officer said with a sigh.

“The old man has seen it all in his lifetime. He’ll be fine,” Tobias said, though his expression betrayed his own concern.

The surgery didn’t end until late morning.

The light above the operating room door suddenly went out, a moment that felt almost surreal.

The doors opened, and a surgeon wearing a sterile mask walked out first.

The crowd immediately surged forward. They were all prominent figures, and the doctor instinctively took a step back.

Yvonne was stuck at the back, watching the doctor with bated breath, terrified of what he might say.

“Doctor, how is my son?” Frank was the first to ask, while the others remained silent.

The surgeon removed his mask, his face looking worn. His hair was damp with sweat after nearly ten hours of surgery.

There was a constant stream of people outside the unit's doors: members of the Thompson family, soldiers and leaders from the military coming to pay their respects, and medical experts flown in from all over the country.

But Bennett never woke up, and he never left the ICU.

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In stark contrast to the gloom hanging over the Thompson family, the Walker family was in high spirits.

That weekend, their dining table was laden with delicious food and expensive red wine.

“Mr. Walker, a toast to you,” Eden said, personally pouring Vincent a glass of wine with an air of profound respect.

Tim’s accident had unexpectedly solidified Vincent’s resolve to eliminate Bennett, removing a major thorn in his side.

Without Bennett, Eden would be the Thompson family’s only son, and everything they owned would be his.