Chapter 180 He Doesn't Want It Anymore
David was tearing down the road, trying to get to Willard but just couldn't reach him. When he finally got to the hospital and saw Yvette outside the operating room, he let out a huge sigh of relief.
David realized Willard didn't bail on the surgery because of him after all.
David noticed how pale Yvette looked and felt a pang of heartache. He gave her shoulder a reassuring pat and asked, "How's Lassie doing? Is she okay?"
Yvette was a bundle of nerves, her heart racing. She shook her head, looking lost. "I don't know."
David tried to calm her down. "Yvette, the surgery's already started. No point in worrying now. Trust the doctors. Lassie's gonna be fine."
Yvette looked up at him, her eyes sincere and her voice shaky. "I get it. No matter what happens, bringing Dr. Martinez here was the best thing you could've done. Thank you so much."
David felt a lump in his throat under her earnest gaze. He almost mentioned that Albert had already talked to Willard, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. He took a deep breath and swallowed his words. "I hope Lassie's surgery goes well," he said with a vague smile.
Meanwhile, in the packed hospital parking lot, a black car was tucked away near the wall. The window was down, and Albert was sitting there, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. The wind made the cigarette tip glow and fade.
Albert took a long drag and blew the smoke out the window. His phone rang, and he saw it was Willard calling. Albert's eyebrows twitched as he answered. "How's it going?"
Willard sounded tired but upbeat. "It went great. The surgery was a success. The bleeding point was tricky, but nothing I couldn't handle."
Albert finally let out the breath he'd been holding. He stubbed out his cigarette, his face still stoic, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes. "Thanks, Uncle Willard."
Willard chuckled. "It's not often I hear you call me Uncle. Is it because I helped your ex-wife?"
Albert's eyes darkened. "I'm just acknowledging your top-notch skills."
"Whatever the reason, it was worth it for that 'Uncle.' By the way, David's been blowing up my phone, probably worried sick. I ignored him; you deal with it."
"Got it," Albert replied after a pause.
After hanging up, Albert thought for a moment before finally putting out his cigarette. He got out of the car, locked it, and looked up at the hospital building, debating whether to go in. Just then, he saw two people coming out. He stopped in his tracks. It was David and Yvette.
Yvette was walking quietly beside David, her head down. David had a gentle look on his face, saying something to her with deep affection.
Albert's eyes darkened, a shadow crossing his face. He smirked, unlocked his car, and got in without a second thought. He hit the gas and sped away.
Before they went out, David stepped aside to take a work call. Yvette sat on a bench, time dragging as the surgery went on. She kept checking the time, staring at the closed operating room door, feeling anxious and helpless.
When the surgery light finally went off, Yvette jumped up from her seat. Zora put down the sleeping Kyle and nudged Wayne, who was dozing off. "The surgery's over!" she whispered.
The three of them gathered in front of the operating room, waiting for the doctor to come out and give them the news. Willard stepped out, giving Yvette a once-over. "Are you Lassie's family?"
Yvette nodded like crazy, tears welling up as she looked at Willard, trying to keep it together. "Yes, Dr. Martinez, how did my mom's surgery go?"
Willard, touched by the sincerity in her eyes, softened his tone. "The surgery went really well. Don't worry, just let her rest and take good care of her, and she'll be fine."
"Thank you so much, Dr. Martinez!" Yvette's emotions finally burst out, and she couldn't help but cry. "It's all thanks to you, really, thank you."
Willard looked at her, feeling a bit conflicted. He pressed his lips together. "Your mom will be moved to the ICU soon. The nurse will update you. I have to go now."
Just then, a nurse wheeled Lassie out. Yvette rushed over to see her mom lying there with her eyes closed, not even having time to thank Willard again. She didn't notice Willard's deep, scrutinizing gaze as she focused on her mom.
When David got back from his call, Yvette was no longer at the operating room door. He asked a nurse and finally found her at the ICU entrance.
Yvette was listening closely to the nurse's instructions, clearly excited and nervous but trying to keep it together. Her hands were clasped, her bright eyes focused on the nurse. David watched her from a distance, lost in thought.
When Yvette finished talking to the nurse and turned to see him, David snapped out of it and walked over. He smiled. "Lassie's surgery went well, right?"
Yvette nodded, her previously gloomy face finally brightening with a faint smile. "The surgery was very successful. As long as everything goes well in the next few days, she can be moved out of the ICU."
"That's great." David felt a wave of relief.
Yvette asked, "Did you drive?"
David replied, "Yeah, where do you need to go?"
"I need to go back and get some things for my mom," Yvette said, a bit embarrassed. "Sorry to trouble you again, but it's not convenient to take a cab back and forth."
David laughed. "I'm happy to help."
They walked out of the building together. Just then, Yvette looked up and paused. David, puzzled, looked down at her. "What's wrong?"
Yvette bit her lip, her gaze fixed on a black car speeding away. She looked confused, staring at the direction the car had gone. That car seemed familiar.
David followed her gaze but saw nothing. "What did you see? Why that expression?"
Yvette blinked, suddenly remembering the car's owner—it seemed to be Albert. She was overthinking again.
Yvette swallowed and spoke in a deliberately casual, slightly hoarse voice, "Nothing, I might be a bit tired."
"What did you think you saw?" David pressed.
"Nothing." Yvette shook her head, changing the subject. "I need to go home first and then to the supermarket to buy some things my mom needs." She lowered her eyes, hiding the disappointment in them.
Albert opened the door and tossed his car keys aside. His whole demeanor was heavy, his eyes filled with an almost impenetrable intensity. He tugged at his tie, irritably scanning everything in the house.
The orange-red sunset streamed through the large glass windows, the glaring light making it hard for Albert to keep his eyes open.
His brows furrowed, eyes squinting, gaze landing on a shirt on the sofa. It was the shirt Yvette had worn last time she was here. And it just so happened to be very similar in style to one of David's shirts.
Albert couldn't help but picture Yvette wearing David's shirt, her shoulders exposed, looking shy. He had seen her in many ways, including wearing his shirt after they had been intimate.
Albert raised his hand, pressing it against his chest. Even though it was the glaring sunset that bothered him, he chose to vent his anger on the shirt Yvette had worn. He grabbed the shirt and forcefully stuffed it into the trash can. He had no interest in something someone else had worn.
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