NovelAppChapter 858 I turned around to look at her, and after a moment of silence, I said, "You should go to the hospital. Nothing i s more important than your health." Grayson looked at me. Without thinking too much about it, he picked Petra up and walked toward the garage.
Quinn followed them. Looking at their backs, I subconsciously clenched both of my hands.
I was taken into a warm embrace. When I raised my head, I met a pair of starry eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe said, "Don't worry." I nodded, but I still felt uneasy about it and ultimately went as well.
After going to the hospital and performing checks, Petra was diagnosed with appendicitis. She needed surgery.
Quinn offered to go back and take care of Munchkin, s o Theo and I stayed in the hospital.
The hospital's corridor was not warm at all. Theo kept holdingtight, sending the warmth of his body to me. My eyes hurt because I kept staring at the big red words that read out 'Operating Theater'. I shifted my gaze and leaned in Theo's arms, closing my eyes.
Theo patted my shoulder and comforted me. "Don't worry. It's just a minor operation." I nodded. "I know." The operating theater's door opened, and the doctor walked out.
Grayson rushed over immediately and asked eagerly," Doc, how's my wife doing?" "The operation is a success. She'll be fine after staying a few days in the hospital. Don't worry." The doctor had another surgery to rush to and left in a hurry after saying that.
I breathed a sigh of relief as my taut nerves finally relaxed.
Not long after that, several nurses pushed Petra out and sent her directly to the ward.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGrayson went over, whereas I stood on the spot and said after a very long time, "Let's go home." Theo raised his eyebrows. "Don't you want to go and take a look?" I shook my head. "Maybe not. Munchkin will be upset if we're not hfor so long." Theo knew that this was just an excuse, hence he did not say anything else.
We got into the car and remained silent for the whole journey.
Looking at the flashing lights outside the car window, I could not help but sigh. Susan had probably eaten at this hour, so there was no need to send her the food anymore.
I fished out my phone and gave her a call. As soon as the call was om answered, she asked, "How's Petra, Wanda? Is she okay?" I was stunned. "How did you know?"
She said, "When I realized that Mr. Grant hadn't shown up yet, I called your number but your phone was off. I called the landline and Munchkin answered. He toldthat a grandma was sick, so I guessed it was Petra."
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