Only then did she realize that the man's apparent indifference to the child was just a facade.
He loved this child, he cared about this child very much.
But, he loved her even more, and cared about her even more.
It's just that he understood the art of compromise better than she did.
"Young Mrs. Atkinson..."
"Dr. Mamet, I beg you, please?"
The lights in the operating room came on.
When Forsythia was wheeled out, Gem Atkinson's mind went blank for a moment. It wasn't until the sound of the cart's wheels approached that he snapped back to his senses and hurriedly rushed over.
This pale face, which used to be so lively, now looked like a fragile porcelain doll.
If his mind was blank before, now Gem only felt darkness in front of his eyes.
"Mr. Atkinson." Dr. Mamet quickly reached out to support Gem.
Looking at the grieving man, Dr. Mamet sighed softly and said gently: "Mr. Atkinson, everything went smoothly, and it was all cleaned up very well, don't worry."
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