"What about you?" Mike turned to look at Elliot. "You have a weak stomach. If you get sick later, your wife is going to worry."
Layla immediately turned to look at them.
"I guess we should eat! She was worried that the others would refuse to eat like she did.
She was young and could starve without feeling unwell, but her father had a weak stomach and Eric's parents were elders.
After lunch, they continued to wait outside the operation room.
"Relax, it's all going to be fine." Mike leaned against the window and studied the dark looks on their faces. "This is the best private
hospital in Bridgedale and the surgeon in there is the best in this country... Bridgedale is known for being really advanced in the
medical field and if the surgery fails-"
Layla interrupted him. "Uncle Mike, Mom used to call you a jinx."
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"So just stop. You are makingnervous."
Mike scratched his head awkwardly. "Sure, | will stop. It's been so long since your mom calledthat, though. How do you still
remember?"
"lI haven't lost my memories, okay? | might not really remember what happened before five, but | still have my memories after
that. Mom called you a jinx all the time."
"I'm not a jinx anymore."
"Even so. If you have to speak, say something else."
Mike crossed his arms thoughtfully. "Are you all going to go back to Aryadelle or stay in Bridgedale after Eric's surgery?"
"Definitely not going back to Aryadelle. He needs to stay here after the surgery and | guess we will decide when to go home
depending on his recovery."
"So you are not working?"
"I can work from home. | know that I'm the boss of the entire Tate Industries now. | don't need you to remindthat."
Layla had been under tremendous stress lately as she worried about Eric's surgery while taking care of her work.
Even when she was not in the office, all the managers would still report to her on everything.
"I'm just worried that you will run yourself thin," Mike said.
"I'm fine. So long as the surgery goes well, it's all worth it."
An hour later, the light on top of the operation room door went out, announcing the end of the surgery.
Shortly after, the door opened and Eric was transferred back to the Intensive Care Units.
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Layla had only managed to glance at him.
He was lying in bed with an oxygen mask attached to his face; he was as pale as a ghost and his eyes were tightly shut.
He would have to stay in the Intensive Care Unit before he regained consciousness.
Patients who had heart transplants would often wake up within twenty-four hours, so Eric would not have to stay in the Intensive
Care Units for long.
Elliot spotted Avery walking out and hurried over to her.
"The surgery was a success." Avery sighed a breath of relief. "If everything goes well, he will wake up by tomorrow."
The others were relieved by her words.
"Good work, Honey. Lettake you to grab a bite." Elliot grabbed her hand since he knew that Avery must be starving.