Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After Prison novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203 Stomach Perforation 

Meryl had too much to drink last night and didn’t go to Anne’s to keep her company. She suddenly wondered if Anne was okay by herself. 

During her lunch break, figuring Anne should be awake by then, Meryl gave her a call. 

“Anne? Are you alright? Are you at home?” 

Anne rubbed her head, sounding a bit irritated. “I’m at the hospital.” 

Meryl’s face changed at her words. 

“What happened? Are you not feeling well? I’ll come over right. 

now.” 

Meryl pressed the elevator button and rushed downstairs to the lobby, hailing a taxi. 

“It’s not me, it’s Dante. He’s hospitalized.” 

Meryl’s expression was indescribable. “You guys…” 

On the way to the hospital, Meryl got the whole story. 

That night, Dante drank fifteen bottles of alcohol. After Walter sent him home, he collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. 

Chapter 203 Stomach Perforation This sleep almost took his life. 

Dante woke up in the middle of the night feeling terrible and called Anne. 

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Anne didn’t answer, so he used his last bit of strength to call for an ambulance. 

Stomach perforation. The doctor said it was pretty severe, and if he had waited any longer, he might not have made it. He needed. a family member to stay with him. 

Dante’s parents were on a trip abroad and rarely in the country. His only family was Anne. 

But Anne didn’t answer his calls. In the end, the doctor helped 

to contact her. 

When Meryl arrived at the hospital, Anne had already been there with Dante for the entire morning. 

However, Dante had been sleeping most of the time and had only woken up a few minutes ago. 

Worried that Anne might be tired, Meryl’s gaze fell on her abdomen. “Are you alright?” 

Anne nodded slightly. “I’m okay.” 

Dante had undergone emergency surgery the night before and was now lying in bed, looking very weak. 

Chapter 203 Stomach Perforation 

As soon as he saw Anne, his eyes reddened. “Anne…” 

Anne looked at him with a complex expression. 

She had only learned from the doctor that Dante had downed fifteen bottles of alcohol in one go. 

“Don’t drink so much next time,” she said. 

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Seeing the cold sweat on Dante’s forehead, she took out a tissue and gently wiped it for him. 

“You were lucky this time. The doctor said if it happens again, you might not wake up.” 

Dante grabbed Anne’s hand. “Does this mean you care about me? Anne, you still have feelings for me, don’t you?” 

Anne didn’t say anything, just looked at him calmly. 

Although weak from just waking up, Dante was emotionally agitated. “Let’s not get a divorce, okay? Anne, please give me another chance.” 

“But I’ve given you too many chances already.” Anne’s voice was so soft, it seemed like the wind could blow it away.