The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 669

Chapter 669

“Please transfer him to a private hospital!” She wanted the best doctor to treat Luke. The servant helped Catherine sit on the bench in the corridor and said, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Turner. Mr. Turner had probably only been too tired these days since he was dealing with Vivian’s matter.” Catherine’s hand flew to her forehead, exhaustion taking over her. Back at home, she thought his liver problem relapsed; but clearly that wasn’t the issue and she wasn’t expecting even the doctor wouldn’t know what was wrong. It shocked her.

“Maybe. I’ll find another doctor to check on him.”

Catherine forced a smile.

Luke was transferred to the best private hospital in Barnes. He remained unconscious and Catherine made sure to take care of him herself. She wrung the water on the towel and wiped his arm with it. Suddenly, something occurred to her. She smiled and muttered to herself, “You always prioritize your hygiene. Usually, you take a bath twice a day. Now I only wipe your body once every two days. Are you going to be mad at me when you wake up? Many doctors came to see you these past few days but none of them could diagnose your disease. Luke, am I the one to blame? If I hadn’t been so stubborn to adopt Vivian, things like this wouldn’t have happened. You always call me smart. You said I always make a careful calculation of everything. So how come 1 made such a big mistake? When you wake up, you must scold me again.”

The smile on Catherine’s face became bitter. She truly regretted bringing Vivian into the Turner family. If she hadn’t, their family would have been in a better situation.

During the first days of Luke’s coma, the Turner family had spent a lot of money, inviting medical experts from all around the country but none of them could provide a proper diagnosis. Just like what the initial hospital told them, the cause of Luke’s unconsciousness was still unidentified.

Other family members persuaded Catherine to give up. Luke was known to be dissolute and wild during his early days. Perhaps his body had been gradually weakening since then, the signs were simply not that obvious.

Catherine insisted on finding a treatment but her resolve was crumbling each day. The longer Luke was in a coma, the more uncertain she became. She was just mulling over the doctor’s reports when a servant knocked on the door and entered. “Mrs. Turner, a doctor named Jeremy Button from abroad said he wanted to see you.”

“Jeremy Button? Why haven’t I heard of this doctor’s name?” Catherine’s hope of finding out Luke’s problem had dwindled now. But since the doctor came all the way from abroad, Catherine decided to let Jeremy see Luke out of respect. “Let him in,” she said.

A servant led Jeremy into the ward. A frown immediately appeared on Catherine’s face the moment she saw the cold-looking man. She had doubts about him. The man might be good-looking, but there was a hint of slyness in his eyes.

Besides, Jeremy looked young. He didn’t seem to have enough experience.

“Check on him, please. Thank you for coming here despite the long distance. The Turner family will reimburse you for the traveling expenses.” Catherine sat down, taking a sip of the tea the servant brought in.

Jeremy simply nodded. He only spoke after checking Luke’s body. “It should be the rejection after the liver transplant,” he concluded.

Catherine was not surprised. Calmly, she said, “I have the same thoughts but the doctor said everything was normal. Thank you, Dr. Button. You can leave now.”

It was not a fresh conclusion. Multiple doctors had suggested the same thing but couldn’t find a solution for it. So what was the point?

Jeremy remained standing on his spot. He opened the medical kit and took out a syringe. Looking back at Catherine, he asked, “Do you not want me to treat Mr. Turner? He will wake up soon after the injection.”

The teacup Catherine was holding almost spilled as her hand shook. She put it down and asked in disbenefit, “Are you telling the truth?”

Jeremy administered the injection to Luke. A few minutes later, Luke’s eyelids fluttered, and his fingers moved. The medicine had worked.

The servant, who was taking care of Luke, pointed at him with a trembling finger and exclaimed, “Mrs. Turner, Mr. Turner is waking up!”

Everyone’s faces lit up at once. Catherine rushed to the bedside, knelt down, and held Luke’s hand. “Are you really awake?”