The doctor said, "We have tried our best. Ms. Easton is out of danger. As for why she is still in a coma, we haven't found out the cause of her illness for the time being."
Ainsley's surgery lasted for a whole day. Manuel sat at the door for a whole day. He didn't drink or eat anything.
Dominic Kennan, Manuel's assistant, didn't dare to persuade him, because Manuel looked like he was stepping on the edge of a bottomless cliff. With just a small step, he would fall and be smashed into pieces. He was so weak right now.
After waiting for the operation to end, Manuel staggered up and listened to the doctor's words. His eyes shone with hope, but he lost hope soon.
Manuel, with stubble, held against the window and watched the woman lying on the bed. He regretted it, and he kept blaming himself.
The subordinate he sent made a call.
Manuel turned around. Although his face was pale, his voice was still powerful. "Speak."