Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife
Chapter 242 - 186 Clara in Critical Condition

Chapter 242: Chapter 186 Clara in Critical Condition

Originally, Faye Townsend wanted them to attend an ordinary kindergarten and lead a normal life, but Hunter Warren disagreed.

First, their exposure was too high, and there was a concern that someone might dig up information about the children, making it impossible to ensure their safety at a regular school.

Second, there was a fear that some people with ulterior motives would use the children to get close to them, which could have a significant impact on the children’s growth.

He always thought things through so thoroughly that she had no strength to argue and could only agree.

After all, Darnley and Miya grew up abroad and were used to being raised freely by her, so they didn’t have the spoiled traits common in children raised by grandparents.

When they arrived at kindergarten, they didn’t cry or make a fuss and followed the teachers’ instructions obediently.

She and Hunter checked out the kindergarten together and only felt relieved after the tour.

Although international school tuition was a bit more expensive, there was always value in what you pay for.

This kindergarten, chosen by Hunter, was excellent, with complete facilities for golf, horseback riding, swimming, and other activities, and it offered classes taught by foreign teachers, which should be an environment Darnley and Miya were more familiar with.

In this way, she wasn’t worried that the children would feel bored here.

After getting in the car, Faye asked Hunter to first take her to the hospital.

The doctor said last night that they needed to see if Clara could make it through the night.

Until now, her heart felt like a heavy stone was weighing it down, very suffocating.

Hunter didn’t object and waited for her downstairs after dropping her off at the hospital entrance.

Entering the ICU, Faye first went to the nurses’ station.

"How’s the condition of the patient brought in last night? Has she woken up?"

"Which bed?"

Faye pointed to the end of the corridor, "I didn’t pay attention to the number, just the one in the easternmost room inside."

"Oh, bed 1, she hasn’t woken up yet. This morning she showed sudden symptoms and is back in emergency care."

Faye raised her hand to cover her mouth, "Is it... serious?"

The nurse shook her head, "We’re not too clear on the specifics. She was sent to the operating room at six in the morning and hasn’t come out yet. My shift started at seven-thirty."

Faye exhaled and turned to walk towards the operating room door.

Approaching the corridor, from afar she saw Oliver Turner with an anxious look sitting on a bench, while Luna Fisher squatted in front of him, offering him a lunchbox, but he seemed unwilling to eat.

She stood there for quite a while, unable to decide whether to leave or stay.

While hesitating, Oliver Turner noticed her presence.

He looked at her with sunken eyes, and their eyes met, yet no words were exchanged.

Since he had seen her, it wouldn’t be good to just leave like that.

She stepped forward slowly but didn’t move close to him.

She walked around him and sat on the other side of the operating room door.

Clara’s life was uncertain, yet he had called Clara’s most hated Luna Fisher here.

If Clara woke up now and saw Luna here, how would she feel? It would certainly break her heart.

Oliver Turner was never one to not know the importance of matters, but this time, she was really disappointed in him.

Even if Clara wasn’t that important to him.

But he really had no need to bring Luna Fisher here as a provocation at this moment.

Such behavior was truly too detestable.

In Clara’s eyes, he was everything, and without him, she had nothing.

But in his eyes, what was Clara?

As she sat there sulking, Luna Fisher walked up to her humbly, "Director Townsend, have you... had breakfast? I brought some, would you like some?"

Faye pressed her lips, "No, thank you."

Just as she finished speaking, several medical staff came rushing in from afar and ran into the operating room.

Faye was at a loss. Judging by their actions, something seemed to have happened.

She quickly took out her phone to call Roman Hughes.

"Don’t hang up, let me call the operating room to see what’s happening."

"Okay, hurry."

Shortly after, Roman’s voice came through the phone, "Faye, Clara might not make it."

"What do you mean? Speak clearly."

"The operating room said Clara is critically ill and there’s little hope for survival."

Faye’s heart tightened, critically ill, little hope for survival...

"Faye?" Roman called out, puzzled by the sudden silence, "Are you listening?"

"I’m listening," Faye’s eyes were wet, "I’m listening."

"Are you okay?"

Faye closed her eyes, "Yes, I’m fine, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, her grip on the phone tightened, and tears almost spilled from her eyes.

Luna Fisher, standing not far from Faye, asked puzzledly, "Director Townsend, what’s wrong?"

Oliver Turner also looked at her, "What did that guy named Roman say?"

Faye closed her eyes, tears falling from her eyes.

Oliver Turner suddenly stood up and walked over to Faye, crouaching in front of her. He tightly gripped her shoulders, "What did he say? What exactly did he say? Speak up."

His voice was louder, "Faye, answer me."

Faye sniffled, "Clara... is critically ill, the chances of survival are slim."

Oliver Turner slumped to the ground, Luna Fisher stepped forward to support him, "Oliver."

He pulled his arm away from Luna Fisher’s hand, "Who is that Roman to curse Clara like that? Clara will be fine, she absolutely will be fine."

Oliver Turner closed his eyes, his facial features clenched tightly, "She won’t have anything happen, she can’t have anything happen.

Yesterday morning I just scolded her.

The last thing I said to her was to stay away from me in the future.

I told her to stop minding my business... I had such a terrible attitude..."

Oliver Turner’s hand covered his forehead, "Why did I treat her like that, why did I hurt her heart."

Faye sat there looking at Oliver Turner in immense pain.

If Clara really had any accident, Oliver Turner would be deeply pained in his heart.

If what he said was insincere yet became his last words to her... Oliver Turner would be regretful, hate himself.

Luna Fisher looked at Oliver Turner’s forlorn state and crouched beside him to console him, "Oliver, Clara will be okay, your care for her will surely be seen by the heavens."

Faye shifted her gaze to Luna Fisher. For whom was she truly sad now?

In truth, she felt that Luna Fisher’s presence here was a kind of harm to Clara.

But it was Oliver Turner who invited her, and she had no way to ask her to leave.

"The floor is cold, don’t sit here." Luna Fisher said, trying to help him up.

Oliver Turner halfway stood up before suddenly shaking off Luna Fisher to rush to the operating room door.

He raised his hand and banged on the door, shouting, "Clara, hang in there, you can’t die, I won’t allow you to die.

Clara, listen to me, you have to live well, I have so much I still need to tell you.

I haven’t seen you get married yet, haven’t seen you find happiness.

Clara..."

Faye turned to look at him, witnessing a side of Oliver Turner she had never seen before.

He was acting in a way she had never imagined.

Faye was about to get up to say a few words to him when Luna Fisher walked up to him, pulling him back.

"Oliver, don’t do this, Clara will be okay, she definitely will.

You’re making such a fuss, it’ll disturb the doctors’ work.

Be rational, you’re Oliver Turner, how can you behave like this."

"What does it matter who I am, I’d rather not be Oliver Turner if it meant she would wake up."

Faye’s phone rang. She looked at her phone, then walked to the side to answer it, "Hello."

"How’s it going, Faye? Has she woken up?"

Faye stood at the end of the hallway, facing the wall, crying.

"What’s wrong?"

Faye covered her right eye with her hand, tears streaming down stubbornly, "Clara is undergoing a second emergency surgery, she... might not make it."

On the other end, Hunter Warren was silent for a while. Listening to her sobs, he comforted, "Everyone has their fate. Didn’t I tell you last night? We all have to reach that step; it’s just a matter of time."

"Clara is really too pitiful, she’s still so young."

Hunter sighed, "Faye, I know you’re soft-hearted, but this isn’t a matter we can control with our willpower.

You need to let go a little, besides, the surgery isn’t over yet, don’t jump to conclusions too soon.

Perhaps even the heavens don’t want to take her."

Faye nodded while sniffing, "I understand, today... I won’t go to the office, go on ahead without me."

"Alright, I’ll head to the office then and call you later."

After hanging up the phone, Faye wiped her tears, standing against the wall for a long time before returning to the operating room door.

By noon, the light on the operating room finally went out, and several surgeons came out from inside.

Oliver Turner stepped forward, not even daring to ask for the outcome.

Instead, it was Luna Fisher who urgently asked, "Doctor, what’s the patient’s condition?"

"She just came through a critical crisis. We managed to save her life, but..."

"But what?" As soon as he heard life was saved, Oliver Turner immediately grabbed the doctor’s arm excitedly, "Quick, tell me."

"She has undergone two craniotomies and is likely to have sequelae in the future."

Luna Fisher raised her eyebrows slightly, "What exactly will her condition be?"

"Well... it will require gradual monitoring for recovery, we can’t say for sure yet."

Oliver Turner pressed his hand to his heart, "Will she be... in a vegetative state?"

"After such major surgery, any condition is possible."

"Doctor, can’t you give a more definitive answer?" Luna Fisher asked in place of the somewhat agitated Oliver Turner.

The doctor shook his head, while Faye stepped forward to mediate, "We’re already grateful that her life was saved.

If there are residual effects, I’m sure the doctors will do their best to treat them."

With Faye playing the peacemaker, Oliver Turner finally calmed down.

Clara was once again taken back to the ICU.

The next phase would be a long period of waiting.

Clara woke up on the sixth day after surgery.

When the doctors had almost given up hope, she finally opened her eyes.

However, the accompanying symptoms soon appeared, and after waking up, her right side was almost paralyzed.