Chapter 702 Perform the Whole Act
Tessa thought Daryl's tears showed just how much he loved Desiree.
Desiree wanted to tell Daryl she didn't need his help, but seeing her parents, Liam and Tessa, looking so worn out, rendered her unable to voice her thoughts. The fear of breaking their hearts kept her silent,, so she just watched as Daryl came in and sat on the couch with them.
"Mr. Sandvik, Mrs. Sandvik, I've already got a PR plan. They want to go after Desiree, right? But he's been messing around with other women too!" Daryl laid out his plan, slamming the table. "Desiree and I never had any contact before, but Harold really cheated during the marriage and caused Desiree to lose the baby. I want him to lose everything too."
Desiree didn't want things to get this messy. She thought just clarifying things would be enough. "I didn't cheat during the marriage. As for those online accounts stirring things up, the company has the best legal team. Just sue them directly, no need to make it so complicated."
She believed that mutual attacks would never end if it kept going like this. Plus, she still had feelings for Harold. They had loved each other deeply before, and even though they were apart now, she didn't want things to end up like this.
Daryl didn't agree with her approach. He wanted to make things worse, hoping Desiree and Harold would end up hating each other. But he wouldn't say that outright. He just looked at Tessa with a troubled expression. "Desiree, there are some things I shouldn't say, but they're worried sick about you. What parent wouldn't want to seek justice when they see their child being hurt? Besides, this affects Sandvik Corporation, which is their life's work."
Desiree was at a loss. No matter what she did, it felt wrong. She didn't want to be in the spotlight again and didn't want to use the child as a tool against the Lewis family. But it wasn't just up to her now. If Harold still had any feelings for her and the child, could he come forward to clarify and calm things down?
Desiree held onto a last bit of hope and tried to contact him, but the message didn't go through—she had been blocked. Harold, who had begged her not to divorce and said he couldn't forget her, had blocked her completely. Desiree silently deleted the chat window. Going to him again would be humiliating herself.
Meanwhile, on Harold's side, he was anxiously waiting outside the operating room for surgery results. After leaving the court, he had planned to go back to the company. But halfway there, he got a call from the doctor. Ember had a sudden brain hemorrhage and was in surgery, with a high chance she wouldn't make it. At a moment like this, what else could he care about?
He rushed to the hospital and waited in the hallway. While he was out of it, Hermione secretly took his phone and blocked Desiree. Suddenly, the operating room door swung open.
Harold rushed over. "Dr. Cooley, how's my mom? Is the surgery done?"
"Not yet. Your mom's condition is really severe. The chances of a successful surgery are very low," Domingo sighed. "Her heart was already weak, and now with the brain hemorrhage, it's really tricky. In all my years, I've never seen anything like this."
Harold felt a chill run through him. He had always hated Ember meddling in his marriage and had thought it would be great if she just stopped one day. But he never imagined the cost would be her life.
"Dr. Cooley, then..." he started to say.
"Ask your questions later. First, sign the critical condition notice. Every second you delay increases your mom's risk," Domingo cut him off.
A nurse quickly brought over a pen and the notice. Harold seized the pen, scribbling his signature with a tense grip before watching Domingo's retreating figure disappear behind the operating room doors.
As the door closed and the ominous red light flickered on, Harold felt his heart lurch into his throat, a mix of dread and hope gnawing at him.
But inside the operating room, Ember was sitting on the operating table, not looking like a critically ill patient at all.
"Domingo, did Harold buy it?" Ember asked cheerfully when she saw him return. "If I didn't pull this stunt, he'd still be sulking with me."
"He bought it, but it also depends on your acting. Someone who just had surgery would be very weak," Domingo said, walking over to her.
His wife's father was in charge of the hospital, and since there were no patients needing the operating room today, he decided to help Ember with her act.
"I know what you mean. Don't worry, I'll play the part thoroughly. I know what I'm doing," Ember smiled.
She checked the time, chatted with Domingo for a bit, and then lay down when she thought it was about right.
Domingo personally wheeled her out, and Harold rushed up again, full of anxiety. "Dr. Cooley, how's my mom?"
"Her life is saved, but she's still in a critical period. She mustn't get agitated. If she does, not even God can save her," Domingo continued the charade.
Ember opened her eyes and sighed at Harold. "Harold, I know you resent me now. As long as I can see you, my life is worth it. Get yourself busy. I won't interfere with whatever you want to do in the future."
"Aunt Ember!" Hermione, sensing it was her cue, pinched her thigh hard, squeezed out a few tears, and cried, "You're so young, you haven't even held your grandchild yet. You have to take good care of yourself."
"Hermione, you must study hard, find a good job, and a man who loves you. And you, Isolde, come here," Ember beckoned to Isolde.
When Isolde came over, Ember held her hand tightly.
Harold stood by, feeling very uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to say anything now. He was really afraid of agitating Ember. Because if she really got agitated as the doctor said...
Harold didn't even want to think about it. He could only compromise again and again.
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