Chapter 569 Penelope's Revenge (2)
Outside the operating room, Cecilia was a bundle of nerves. Dashiell stuck by her side the whole time.
After what felt like forever, about three hours later, the surgery finally wrapped up. The doctor came out looking pretty wiped. While Cecilia stared at him, Dashiell, George, and Augustus rushed over.
"The surgery went well. Now it's all about recovery," the doctor said. "Honestly, stomach issues just need good daily care."
"Got it, thanks," Dashiell replied.
Hearing this, Cecilia let out a big sigh of relief, her eyes softening a bit.
As Alaric was wheeled out, Cecilia quickly ran over. "How are you?" she asked, her voice full of excitement as she looked at his pale, weak face.
"Doing good," Alaric replied, his voice barely a whisper.
Cecilia's eyes welled up with tears. She couldn't tell if she was happy or sad. Alaric always had a way of making her feel both amused and frustrated.
They wheeled Alaric into his hospital room.
The doctor mentioned that Alaric couldn't eat anything right after the surgery and would have to rely on nutritional fluids. He also said Alaric would need to stay in the hospital for six weeks and could only start eating liquid food after a week.
Cecilia had planned to help Alaric gain some weight.
Now, she wasn't sure how much weight he might lose.
After getting Alaric settled in, it was already evening.
The anesthesia had worn off, and Alaric had fallen asleep. His body must have been exhausted because he dozed off as soon as he lay down. There was even a faint snoring sound, something Cecilia rarely heard from him.
She watched Alaric silently, taking in his features—his high nose bridge, his lips. She etched it all into her mind and heart.
"Cecilia," Dashiell called softly.
Cecilia turned her head, finally tearing her eyes away from Alaric's face.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Have something to eat," Dashiell said, setting out dinner.
George had gone back to cook after Alaric's successful surgery.
Seeing the delicious spread, Cecilia realized she hadn't eaten all day.
All her focus had been on Alaric, and she hadn't even felt hungry.
"Alaric's stomach issues are so severe, we should take it as a warning," Dashiell joked. "Come on, let's eat."
Cecilia nodded and walked over to the table.
The four of them sat down to dinner.
Maybe they were just really hungry, but the food tasted amazing.
The better it tasted, the more Cecilia thought about how Alaric couldn't eat anything hard to digest for the next three months and wouldn't be able to enjoy such a delicious meal.
Thinking of this, she felt a pang of heartache.
After dinner, no one left.
Seeing that it was getting late, Cecilia said, "Dashiell, you and George should go. Augustus can stay with us."
Although there was a bed in the hospital room, it wasn't as comfy as home.
Dashiell glanced at Alaric, understanding that staying wouldn't help and might disturb their rest. He didn't argue and said, "Alright, I'll take George back. Make sure you get some rest too."
"Okay," Cecilia nodded.
Dashiell got up and left with George.
As they were heading out, George couldn't help but say, "The doctor mentioned Mr. Whitaker shouldn't be having sex for a while."
Cecilia blushed, thinking, 'The doctor didn't say that.'
Of course, Alaric had just had major surgery, and she wasn't that irrational.
George's sudden comment made Cecilia feel so embarrassed she wanted to disappear.
"Mrs. Whitaker, I didn't mean you," George quickly clarified. "I'm just worried Mr. Whitaker might not be able to control himself. Health is important, after all."
Cecilia's face turned even redder.
She hadn't thought of that before. After hearing the doctor's explanations, she realized Alaric had been enduring a lot of physical pain just to make love to her.
Alaric really didn't care about his health; he just wanted to be intimate first!
Cecilia nodded, understanding.
Feeling a bit awkward, George left with Dashiell, who drove him back.
Late at night, the streets were pretty empty, with hardly any cars around.
In the quiet car, George suddenly spoke up, "Mr. Montgomery, what do you think will happen with Mr. Whitaker and Mrs. Whitaker?"
Dashiell's eyes shifted slightly as he turned to look at George and said, "George, don't worry too much. If Alaric chose her, she must be a good person."
George smiled and said, "I'm not doubting Mrs. Whitaker's character. I'm just worried she might not be able to handle Mr. Whitaker's situation..."
"She will," Dashiell said firmly. "Cecilia is different from others."
George nodded, seeming to agree with Dashiell.
Dashiell continued, "Make sure to take good care of Alaric's health during this time. A major conflict is about to erupt."
"Got it," George nodded seriously.
After so many years, it was finally happening.
After dropping George off at the villa, Dashiell drove away.
His phone had been ringing non-stop since he left the hospital, but he hadn't answered it.
He didn't want to give anyone false hope.
When the phone rang again, Dashiell glanced at the caller ID, ready to turn it off.
His eyes paused on the screen showing "Seraphina." He pressed his lips together.
Seraphina rarely called him.
After all, she made it very clear how much she disliked him.
If Seraphina was calling, it usually meant something was up.
But what could she want from Dashiell?
At that thought, Dashiell's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
He quickly answered the call, trying to keep his voice calm, "Seraphina."
"I thought you wouldn't answer anyone's call, but you still pick up Seraphina's!" Penelope's mocking voice came through.
Dashiell's worry was confirmed.
He said, "What do you want?"
"What could I possibly want?" Penelope laughed bitterly. "I have nothing now. My entire family is imprisoned. The person I loved most betrayed me and ruined my family. What could I want? Dashiell, what should I do?"
"I've made it very clear. Your best option now is to leave before the police and the Monroe family find you. Leave Serenovia City, leave the Yakurosean Empire," Dashiell said, trying to stay calm.
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