The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 176

"Get to the point."

Ever since his explosive fight with Madeline, York had been in an awful mood for days, his words laced with barely concealed irritation.

Felicity swallowed her discomfort.

"York, haven't you been staying at a hotel these past few days?"

"Hotel food is always so greasy, so I specially booked a table at your favorite restaurant."

"I know you and Madeline had a fight and you're upset, but you can't take it out on your own body."

"I actually saw Madeline earlier. She was with Hunter and his friends..."

"What a coincidence," York pulled a lighter from his pocket and began to toy with it. He lifted his gaze, staring dead at Felicity. "How come I didn't see that?"

"Besides, I already have plans."

With that, York got straight into his Maybach and sped off, leaving Felicity standing there all alone.

She gritted her teeth as she watched the car disappear into the stream of traffic.

As long as Madeline divorced York, he would definitely marry her.

So...

She still had a chance.

After a moment of thought, Felicity posted a social media update specifically configured so that only Madeline could see it.

Back at the hospital, Evie's surgery was scheduled for the next morning.

Madeline pushed back all her work commitments, dedicating her entire focus to staying by her daughter's side.

Heart surgeries were agonizingly long.

Madeline waited outside the operating room doors for twelve long hours until her legs went completely numb.

Staring up at the illuminated 'In Surgery' sign, her heart twisted with anxiety.

During that time, a nurse rushed out once to grab some equipment before darting back in, not even having a second to spare to update the family.

Madeline couldn't help but clasp her hands together, silently praying for her daughter's safety.

She had never been a superstitious person, but in moments of sheer desperation, even the most staunch non-believer would instinctively find themselves praying to a higher power.

It was already midnight. Aside from the doctors and nurses, she was the only one left in the entire building.

Madeline sat in the plastic waiting chair, her hands ice-cold.