Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Chapter 233 Sorry, We've Done Everything We Can

At the hospital.

Kevin was undergoing emergency surgery. The operating theater light remained lit.

Jason rushed to the apartment and sent Lanie and Ranie to school. Luke postponed an important

meeting in the morning and went with Bianca to the hospital.

Kevin had lung cancer and not some minor illness.

Families of cancer patients lived in the worry that the patient's condition might suddenly worsen and

leave them behind.

Bianca had experienced the pain and agony of waiting in front of the operating theater five years ago.

She was not unfamiliar with that sensation.

However, her worries had been alleviated recently, thanks to her being busy at work, and to

reconnecting with Lanie and Rainie.

She had a hunch that her father would soon recover.

Every time at the hospital, the doctors and specialists would tell her, "Mr.

Rayne's condition is stable. It's a good sign. Don't worry."

She had believed their words...

Just last afternoon, the doctor had said, "Mr. Rayne's condition is improving. His organ functions are

returning to normal."

When Bianca heard that, she felt that God had finally taken notice of her...

She did not expect the bad news to come so suddenly.

Time passed.

She did not know how long it had been before the operating theater light was switched off.

Bianca stood up from the bench. Her limbs were numb as she looked at the doctor's tired eyes, waiting

for the good news.

Luke had paid for Kevin's stay in the hospital and specialist treatment. Otherwise, the typical family

would not have been able to enjoy the care of the VIP hospital ward, let alone afford a specialist.

"Sorry. We've done everything we can." The doctor took off his mask and said apologetically.

Luke heard that and turned around. He saw tears gushing from Bianca's eyes.

"How is that possible? How..." Bianca mumbled as tears streaked down her cheeks.

He had made it through the ordeal five years ago.

Five years later, she was unprepared that he did not.

The doctor nodded apologetically at Bianca and Luke. Then, he walked away. The corridor became

silent.

Luke hugged her tightly in case she broke down. She was helpless and inconsolable.

"How could this be? Father... he... he was still fine yesterday..." Nothing could stop Bianca's bitter tears.

In the man's arms, her only release was to hold the man's coat so tightly that the coat was crumpled

and her fingers hurt.

Assaulted by a thousand thoughts and emotions, she told herself that she had to accept the fact that

her father was gone.

Otherwise, what could she do?

When she was mentally prepared, her father had pulled it through.

However, when she was not prepared, her father had left her abruptly, forever.

Earlier, after Jason sent the children to school, he rushed to the hospital.

The patient was in the operating theater, and the boss had arrived with the patient's daughter. He

relieved the guards from their posts.

The guards were hiding downstairs.

Jason met with them after he got out of the car. The guards that were stationed outside the ward were

frowning and their gazes were shifty. Jason thought that something was amiss.

"Haven’t you left?" Jason asked calmly.

He did not sound angry, but the guard hastily stubbed out his cigarette and replied tremblingly. "Can...

can we leave?" He stammered.

In the forty-odd years of his life, Jason had become an acute reader of someone's thoughts from their

expressions.

From the way how flustered that guard looked, Jason could tell that he was hiding a lot of guilt.

"Tell me truthfully the situation upstairs," Jason said.

"There's... nothing abnormal. All of a sudden, the doctors and nurses rushed into the ward." The guard

sounded hesitant when he said that.

Jason was displeased when he received that reply. "Now that the situation is uncertain, and the boss

and the patient's daughter are deathly worried that they would receive bad news from the operating

theater. When things calm down later in the afternoon, they will receive a report from the hospital

anyway. By then, it'll be too late for you to tell the truth. If you continue to hide anything from me, I won't

be able to help you later!"

The guards were only lowly mercenaries who had not encountered such situations. They were currently

very afraid and did not know what to do.

They were even scared out of their wits by Jason’s words.

"Alright, alright, I'll say it, Bro," one of the guards confessed, "Before the patient's condition took a turn

for the worse, two people went into the ward. One of them said that she was the patient's wife. I mean,

if we turned her away, what if the patient wanted to meet them? Indeed, we're here to keep strangers

out, but if we can't satisfy the patient's needs and his condition took a turn for the worse, we can't

possibly bear the responsibility

The person's words were jumbled, though he managed to present the main points.

Indeed, they were caught in a difficult position.

The current situation was that they asked for the patient's permission to allow the two into the ward,

and that had caused the patient's condition to worsen.

However, if they had turned the two away and made the patient agitated, which caused his condition to

worsen...

No matter how they looked at it, the former situation was better. After all, the responsibility would fall on

the patient's wife!

After discerning the situation, Jason pondered for a moment before heading upstairs.

No one was at the operating theater. The light had been switched off.

Jason went to Kevin’s ward and saw two nurses cleaning up the room. "Is the patient still in the

operating theater?" He asked.

"They failed to revive him. He's brought away from the operating theater to the morgue," the nurse

replied.

Jason was stunned.

'They failed... to revive him?'

Death always happened so suddenly.

Eventually, Jason found his boss's whereabouts.

Luke sat in front of a bed in the hospital. His eyes were transfixed on Bianca on the bed. She was

hooked to an IV drip.

"Is Ms. Rayne OK?" Jason asked carefully.

His boss must be in a bad mood.

Luke's brows were tightly furrowed. "Hypoglycemia. She passed out because of extreme sorrow."