Chapter 729 Would I Seek Trouble for Myself?
"Dad, you gotta chill out," Harold said, noticing his father's face turning beet red. "Getting all worked up at your age isn't good for your health. Look at Mom."
If she hadn't stressed over pointless things, she wouldn't be in the operating room right now.
Wesley nearly choked. "Is that any way to talk to your father? I don't want to talk to you. Put Desiree on the phone."
"Desiree's busy. Whatever you need to say, you can say to me. If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up," Harold shot back.
He wasn't stupid. He knew Wesley wanted to pressure Desiree.
But there was no way he was going to let Desiree face all this.
"Everything was my idea. Don't blame anyone else."
"Fine, you've grown up. No one can control you now," Wesley said before hanging up.
Otherwise, he might have ended up cursing Harold out.
That kid could really drive someone up the wall.
On the other end, Desiree looked at Harold with concern. "Is your dad okay? He seemed really angry."
"He's fine. He's my dad. We've lived together for over twenty years. I know him well," Harold said, shaking his head.
Desiree didn't say anything more.
They waited outside the hallway for a long time until the operating room door finally opened.
Harold approached the doctor. "How's my mom?"
"The surgery was partially successful. Your mom survived, but she's paralyzed from the waist down. I can't say when or if she'll recover. It depends on her body and a bit of luck," the doctor sighed.
In all his years of practice, he'd seen many similar cases, but this one was unique.
She had been hospitalized but refused any treatment, dragging it out until it was almost too late. If only she'd taken it seriously sooner.
The doctor couldn't be that blunt in front of Harold, so he gently reminded him, "Your mom barely made it this time. If she cooperates with treatment, she might live longer. If not, today's surgery won't mean much."
"I understand. Thank you, doctor," Harold said, appreciating the doctor's good intentions.
He remembered the doctor's words and repeated them to Ember in the hospital room.
Ember's eyes filled with tears, a mix of regret and fear. "I know I was wrong. I'll cooperate with the treatment from now on. Harold, tell me you were joking last time. You didn't really go through with that surgery, did you?"
Harold could hear the urgency in her voice.
He couldn't understand. "If you wanted grandchildren so badly, why did you hurt Desiree?"
Ember was at a loss for words.
She had always thought that having children was different for men and women. Women had to go through pregnancy and childbirth, risking their lives, while men just needed a moment of pleasure and would never the pain.
If she'd known Harold would take such drastic measures, she never would have given away that jar of Rhodiola rosea.
"I was wrong. Please, it's not too late to reverse it," Ember pleaded.
But Harold wasn't having it.
When Desiree walked in, Ember almost thought she was there to cause trouble.
"Mrs. Lewis, the hospital bills are all settled. Rest here. If you want, I can find a good nursing home for you after you're discharged," Desiree said, her tone distant.
After everything that had happened, she couldn't bring herself to call her "Mom" anymore. Mrs. Lewis would have to do.
Ember was stunned. So Desiree had come to see her?
Harold informed her just like he had Wesley, then left with Desiree.
Ember lay in bed, unable to process it all.
"Aunt Ember," Hermione suddenly spoke up. "I've been meaning to say this. You really went too far before. Even though you're my aunt and have done a lot for me, I can't keep supporting you blindly."
Hermione feared that if she continued, she'd end up destroying the Lewis family.
She didn't want to be the cause of their downfall.
Ember mumbled, "How did Desiree end up pregnant again?"
Everything had come full circle.
Hermione didn't want to hear it. "Isn't it a good thing? Harold had a vasectomy. Even if he reversed it, there's no guarantee it would work. This is better. Aunt Ember, you need to stop. Harold will never leave Desiree."
"I'm done. I just want to get better and live a few more years," Ember finally conceded.
As for Isolde...
She had waited, hoping Harold would change his mind, but instead, Ember had a change of heart!
How could she accept that?
She stormed into the hospital, confronting Ember at her bedside. "Mrs. Lewis, I've always respected and cared for you like a mother. But what do you take me for? How could you play me like this?"
"Isolde, I didn't mean to deceive you. I truly wanted you and Harold to be together. But you all have your own minds, unlike our generation. I'm powerless," Ember explained gently.
She was bedridden, her legs numb, and just undergoing treatment was exhausting.
She had no energy for anything else.
As long as she could live and be somewhat independent, she'd be content.
Isolde sneered. She saw through Ember's thoughts and no longer tried to please her. "That's not how it works. If you were powerless, you shouldn't have involved me. Now that Harold's against it, you want to give up? I'm not Desiree. You can't get rid of me that easily!"
Ember never expected to hear such words from Isolde.
She could hardly believe it. "Isolde, how did you become like this?"
"Ember, I used to think you were useful, that you could help me marry Harold. That's why I humored you," Isolde said, rolling her eyes. "But now? You can't even turn over in bed, and Harold doesn't care about you. Why should I bother with you? You think I want to trouble myself taking care of you?"
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