Chapter 329 David Returned to Stellaria Alone
Albert watched Yvette's reddened lips move, spewing out those cold, heartless words. Without thinking, he silenced her with a kiss, stopping her mid-sentence.
He bit down lightly, a hint of punishment in his action.
It hurt, but just for a moment.
Yvette clenched her teeth, refusing to make a sound, so Albert gently licked the spot he had bitten with the tip of his tongue.
Albert's kisses grew deeper and more intense, like he was trying to release all his pent-up desires.
The feeling of suffocation overwhelmed Yvette, making her feel dizzy and weak.
Albert was relentless. He pulled back, saw her eyes redden, and his heart softened a bit.
"You're lying. You love me. If you didn't, why would you cry?" he said.
"I don't..." she started.
But Albert cut her off with another kiss.
Pressing against her soft lips, he made a determined declaration. "Yvette, you'll fall in love with me again, sooner or later."
Yvette took a deep breath, trying to push out all the emotions swirling inside her.
"Albert, it's pointless," she said calmly. "Your affection is too late. You don't need to waste your efforts anymore."
Taking advantage of Albert's stunned silence, Yvette pushed him away and turned to leave, walking quickly while pressing her swollen lips. His kisses were always so overpowering that she had to escape quickly to avoid getting lost in them.
In the hospital room, David was eating, and his complexion looked noticeably better than when he had just woken up.
Cheryl stood by the bed, waiting for the doctor to re-examine him.
After the examination, the doctor turned to Cheryl. "Ma'am, David is in good health and recovering well."
Cheryl nodded with relief. "Good, thank you."
Both of them avoided mentioning the recovery of David's lower body.
Everyone knew that with the current medical standards, no doctor could guarantee a full recovery.
After the doctor left, Cheryl sat down by David's bedside.
Cheryl looked at David, her eyes full of unspoken words.
David spoke calmly, "Grandma, if you have something to say, just say it."
Cheryl exhaled slowly and said earnestly, "David, I don't want to upset you, but this is about your health."
"Okay." David nodded. "Go ahead."
Cheryl said cautiously, "We've found the best experts to find ways to alleviate your symptoms."
David frowned. "Alleviate symptoms? Weren't we supposed to find a top doctor to perform surgery?"
"There was a surgical plan before," Cheryl said carefully. "But after reviewing many documents and cases, they found that many patients recovered naturally without surgery. Since there's a chance of recovery, why take the risk of surgery? I think we can try conservative treatment first."
David was stunned and fell into a long silence.
When he spoke again, his voice was slightly hoarse, "I'll think about it, Grandma. You should go rest. I'm a bit tired and want to sleep."
Cheryl's eyes reddened slightly as she stood up slowly. "Then you rest. I won't disturb you."Watching Cheryl leave the room, hunched over, David's back stiffened. Despite her vague words, he got the message: his condition was bad, and the surgery was risky, so Cheryl was pushing for a more conservative approach.
Feeling uneasy, David grabbed his phone and called the professor in Stellaria. Despite the time difference, the professor picked up quickly.
David's throat tightened as he asked, "Why was the surgery suddenly switched to conservative treatment?"
The doctor was silent for a long time before saying, "Sir, this was Mrs. Cheryl Valdemar's decision."
David pressed, "What do you mean?"
The doctor hesitated. "She didn't want me to tell you."
"I'm the patient. I have the right to know!" David was agitated. "Tell me the specifics. I need to know my condition!"
The doctor finally said, "The surgery is too risky, with only about a thirty percent chance of success."
David was shocked. He had thought that with his financial resources and connections, standing up again would only require a surgery. He hadn't expected it to be so serious.
He couldn't remain bedridden like this. Absolutely not!
David said, "If there's a thirty percent chance, the surgery can be done!"
"We're in a difficult position. We have a preliminary surgical plan, but Mrs. Cheryl Valdemar rejected it. Most likely, all your relatives would reject it because the failure rate is too high. We also think it might be better to wait for advancements in medical technology. Maybe in a few years, there will be better options," answered the doctor.
"A few years? Are you kidding me?" David gritted his teeth. "I can't accept being bedridden. Failure means death. How is that different from being dead?"
"Not exactly death," the doctor replied. "If it fails, it won't be life-threatening. But based on past failed cases, patients would experience incontinence and complete loss of lower body function, making the current paralysis seem mild. So she refused. Let me discuss it with Jessica and see what she says."
"No need," David interrupted. "I'll make my own decisions."
No one, not Cheryl or Yvette, could interfere. His own thoughts were all that mattered.
Dragging her tired body home, Yvette comforted the two children and slept deeply.
Early the next morning, Yvette quietly left the room while the children were still asleep and went to the hospital.
Opening the ward door, Yvette was surprised to find the room empty.
Not only was David not in bed, but even the equipment was gone.
Where did David go?
Could it be he committed suicide?
Yvette's heart raced.
"David went back to Stellaria." Yvette turned around in shock, meeting Albert's deep eyes.
Why did David go back to Stellaria alone? They had agreed she would stay and take care of him. How could he leave without a word?
Yvette quickly took out her phone to call David, but it showed that his phone was off.
Albert watched her leisurely, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "You resisted me in every way for him, yet he left without even telling you. Yvette, is it worth it?"
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