Chapter 215 I Hate You
After hearing Susan's words, George was initially too shocked to speak, then he slammed the table and stood up.
"Is Seb crazy? How could he do such a thing? Isn't this child his? No way, I have to track him down and make him give a proper explanation!" With that, George turned and walked away.
"George!" Seeing that George was really going to confront Seb, Susan anxiously tried to grab George's hand, but he was walking too fast and was already at the door.
Susan knew that Seb had lost his mind and that reasoning with him was impossible. She feared that she would drag George into it and that Seb would take out his anger on George. She didn't want to cause George any more trouble.
So, in her panic, Susan tried to get out of bed, but she forgot about the wound on her stomach. Before her feet even touched the ground, she was in so much pain that she rolled off the hospital bed!
A scream pierced the air behind George. He spun around just in time to see Susan falling off the bed. Shocked, he sprinted over and lifted her into his arms, before gently settling her back onto the bed.
Susan, enduring the pain, grabbed George's arm and pleaded, "George, don't go to him. He's lost his mind now. Let's not bother with him. I just want my daughter to get out of the incubator quickly. Once I'm discharged, I'll take her away to a place where Seb can't find us. I never want to see him again, never again."
By the end, Susan was trembling, and tears were streaming down her face. She was truly terrified of Seb.
Seb could even harm his own child. What else might he do next? Susan didn't dare to think about it.
Susan had never been afraid of anything since she was a child. Even when James hit her so hard that her nose bled, she wasn't afraid of him. But now, she was afraid of Seb. She was really afraid of Seb. Seb was a demon who could do anything!
"Susan," George uttered softly. Witnessing Susan in such distress, his brow furrowed with concern as he reached out to grasp her quivering shoulders.
At that moment, Susan's strength failed her. She slumped, unable to support herself, and fell into the reassuring embrace of George's waiting arms.
George held Susan tightly, letting her cry in his embrace. In his memory, Susan was a strong, independent, and resilient girl.
Susan was naturally cheerful, serious about her work, and had a strong sense of justice. These were the reasons George was attracted to her. He had always seen Susan's strong side but had never seen her so vulnerable.
At this moment, Susan's fragility was fully visible to George, further arousing his protective instincts.
Meanwhile, Seb was sitting in a pristine white hospital room.
On the bed lay a little boy just over two years old. His skin was pale, and his hair had fallen out due to chemotherapy, leaving him bald. Gone was the chubby, adorable child he once was; now, Hayden appeared fragile and pitiable as he slept soundly.
Seb sat by the bed, his gaze fixated on Hayden, his expression a tangled web of emotions. His eyes, deep and filled with a mix of sentiments, radiated intense fatherly love that tugged at the heartstrings.
At this moment, the door to the ward was gently pushed open.
As Seb looked up, he saw Leon peeking his head in. Then, he glanced at Hayden on the bed and quickly left the ward.
Gently closing the door, Seb turned to Leon and asked softly, "Are the results out?"
Leon nodded, his face showing joy. "Yes, Hayden's match with the cord blood is successful. The doctor said that as long as Hayden's indicators are normal, the surgery can be arranged in the next few days."
"That's great!" Hearing this good news, Seb excitedly punched the wall.
Leon smiled and then said with concern, "Mr. Anderson, you haven't slept for two nights. Now that we have good news, you should go back and rest. Your health is just as important; after all, Hayden is counting on you."
"I know. I'll leave this to you. I'm going to rest. Oh, and talk to the doctor. I want to arrange Hayden's surgery as soon as possible," Seb instructed.
"Yes," Leon nodded.
With that, Seb turned and walked into the hallway.
Seeing this, Leon quickly reminded him, "Mr. Anderson, the exit is that way!" He pointed in the opposite direction of where Seb was heading.
Seb turned back and smiled at Leon. "I'm going to see Hayden's sister."
"Oh, okay." Leon nodded.
Seb arrived at the neonatal intensive care unit, where dozens of newborns were lying in incubators for various reasons, being cared for by professional nurses.
The walls of the neonatal intensive care unit were made of transparent glass, allowing parents to see their babies at any time without bringing any bacteria into the unit and affecting the babies' rest.
Looking at his daughter covered with a pink blanket, Seb's eyes were filled with deep and gentle fatherly love.
He reached out to touch the glass in front of him. She was sleeping soundly, her rosy cheeks still chubby with baby fat, but she looked a bit small and fragile.
Seb would sneak over to see her every day. He felt guilty towards his daughter. He had sacrificed her health to save Hayden.
Every night, Seb couldn't sleep and would smoke a lot. By morning, the ashtray was almost full of cigarette butts.
'Sweetheart, I'm sorry. But I had no other choice. I can't lose you, and I can't lose your brother either!' Seb said in his heart to his daughter.
Seb silently vowed in his heart: In the future, he would make it up to her and make her the happiest little princess in the world!
And as for Susan, he knew he owed her even more. He would make it up to Susan and make her the happiest woman in the world.
As Seb was silently making his vow, a male voice suddenly came from behind him.
"She's over here, take it slow!"
It was George's voice; Seb recognized it immediately. Reacting swiftly, he ducked into a nearby corner, concealing himself from view.
Peeking out, Seb saw George supporting the slow-walking Susan as they approached the large glass window.
From a distance, Seb watched Susan. Her hair was disheveled, and she was wearing a hospital gown. She was holding her stomach with one hand and frowning slightly, probably because the wound was hurting badly.
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