After she finished speaking, May looked at Sean with pleading eyes.
Sean's gaze lingered on May's face for a moment. Ultimately, he didn't say anything. He simply picked up the pen and smoothly signed his name on the consent form for the surgery.
Once the doctor entered the operating room, May expressed her heartfelt gratitude to Sean, her eyes welling up with tears. "Sir, we are so grateful to you! Without your help, my young lady wouldn’t have had a chance today!"
Sean maintained his calm demeanor, his long legs crossed as he sat on the bench in the hallway.
The surgery seemed to drag on forever; dawn was breaking, yet the operating room doors remained closed.
Suddenly, Sean's phone rang, breaking the oppressive silence.
He slowly opened his eyes, showing no signs of fatigue despite the long hours without rest. He exuded an air of dignity that contrasted starkly with the surroundings.
His slender fingers retrieved the phone from his pocket, and the name "Grandma" stood out on the screen.
"Grandma," Sean's voice remained as calm as ever.
On the other end of the line, his grandmother's voice was cheerful. "You rascal! When did you find yourself a fiancée without telling your grandma?"
A fiancée?
Why was he unaware of this?
Recalling how often his grandmother pressured him about marriage, he suspected this was another one of her not-so-subtle hints. "Grandma, is there anything else you need?"
"Can't I call my grandson just to chat?"
"It's not that."
"Alright, alright, with your reserved nature, don’t scare away my future granddaughter-in-law. Tell me where you are, and I’ll come see her myself. Only then will I be at ease."
The photo showed Claire pinned under Sean on the hood of a Rolls-Royce, the yellow streetlights casting a warm glow over them, creating a scene full of intimate tension.
The first glance at the photo had the elderly lady thrilled, as if her future great-grandchildren were already within reach.
"Grace, what do you think?"
Though the photo only showed Claire's profile, her high-bridged nose, full forehead, and rosy lips hinted at a striking beauty.
However, Grace felt a nagging familiarity with Claire's face, but the mere profile made it hard to place where she might have seen her before.
"The young lady looks lovely, but she's too thin."
The elderly lady scrutinized Claire in the photo as well. Claire’s slender arms, clutching Sean's collar, revealed her delicate frame, indeed appearing frail.
"She is too thin. Grace, start packing my bags. I'm going to Cresthaven immediately to ensure our future granddaughter-in-law gets properly nourished."
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