I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

The probability was too low. Terrence clenched his hand slightly and said, "Thank you, Dr. Simpson." As a doctor, Dr. Simpson naturally understood the patient's concerns and comforted him, "Mr. Sterling, we will do our utmost, please rest assured." Terrence replied in a deep voice, "Dr. Simpson, I have an unusual request." Dr. Simpson responded, "Mr. Sterling, go ahead."

Meredith was outside the ward, feeling very anxious. She prayed that the surgery would be successful because if it failed, it would further damage Terrence's confidence. Even though he didn't say it out loud, Meredith knew he was desperate to regain his sight. Julian and Stella were also present today, and Harvey had come as well since he knew the surgery would take place in the afternoon.

After a while, Dr. Simpson came out of the ward and said, "The surgery will begin in ten minutes; the patient can now be taken to the operating room." "Okay, Dr. Simpson," Meredith responded and walked into the ward. Accompanied by medical staff, Terrence came out in a wheelchair. "Terrence," Meredith said as she walked over to push the wheelchair, causing the medical staff to step aside automatically.

Terrence gently patted Meredith's hand and smiled warmly, "Don't worry." At this moment, he was comforting her instead. Meredith hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek, "I'll be waiting for you outside." "Alright," Terrence smiled, "With that kiss, everything will go smoothly." Meredith smiled back and pushed him out.

Julian and Stella also cheered him on. Harvey added, "Boss, don't worry; it will be a success." Grandma Sterling couldn't come due to her health but had called earlier to confirm the time of the surgery.

Terrence was taken into the operating room for a surgery that would last at least three hours. Meredith suggested to Stella, "Mom, why don't you and Dad go home first?" "No need, no need; I'll stay here," Stella insisted. "Otherwise, I won't be at ease." Even though today's surgery wouldn't determine if Terrence's eyesight could be restored immediately-they would have to wait until the bandages were removed-Meredith didn't push further.

They waited from dawn until dusk when it was almost dark outside. Azure arrived and asked, "Meredith, is the surgery over?" "It's been more than three hours; it should be soon," Meredith replied anxiously as the surgery was taking longer than expected. As long as Terrence hadn't come out yet, her heart remained in suspense.

Azure noticed their tense expressions and didn't ask more questions but waited quietly by their side. Around seven in the evening when it was completely dark outside, the door of the operating room finally opened and Dr. Simpson emerged. Meredith rushed forward eagerly, "Dr. Simpson, how is he?" Everyone looked at him expectantly for an answer.

Dr. Simpson said, "The surgery did not achieve the expected results; now we can only wait until the bandages are removed to see if there is any improvement." His words felt like a heavy blow to everyone present; the atmosphere turned somber instantly.

They had been informed before the surgery that there was only a thirty percent chance of success. Although this outcome was somewhat anticipated given those odds-everyone had still hoped for that thirty percent chance-they couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Meredith was the first to regain composure: "Thank you for your hard work, Dr. Simpson." Stella and Julian both looked distressed; Stella's eyes were red as she turned away to wipe her tears: "Our son is only in his thirties; how can he live as a blind man?" Julian felt equally upset but tried to comfort his wife: "It's not over yet; don't worry-miracles can happen."

Listening to their conversation made it hard for Meredith to offer any consolation herself; she needed comfort too. Azure stood beside her silently holding her hand in support.

Terrence had always been a golden boy; if he became blind in future-it would be such a pity for anyone who knew him.

Meredith shook her head at Azure while forcing a smile indicating she was fine.

Harvey said determinedly: "If this surgery fails-I'll find the best doctors worldwide! I refuse to believe money can't fix his eyes."

Meredith suggested: "Harvey-please take my parents home-Terrence won't wake up anytime soon due to anesthesia-and everyone has been waiting here so long-they must be exhausted." "Alright-leave it to me," Harvey agreed before telling Stella and Julian: "You should head home first."

Though they felt heartbroken staying wouldn't help much either so they reluctantly left.

Back home Reginald returned from outside asking: "Julian-how did your son's surgery go? I couldn't make it due to some business."

Julian replied dejectedly: "Not much hope."