The surgery was still ongoing. It was unclear how much longer it would take—an hour, or perhaps the whole afternoon.
No matter how long, he would wait.
Being there, he wanted to know her condition firsthand.
At this moment, John Fame could not persuade himself to leave.
Even more so, he couldn't persuade himself to entrust Lissy Lock to Oliver Winslow.
John only knew one thing—she couldn't be in danger. She simply couldn't.
At this moment, every other thing had been thrown to the back of his mind. He had no time to think, nor did he have the mental capacity to do so.
He only wanted to see Lissy, even if her face was paler than he had imagined.
The corridor was quiet. John sat beside the operating room, weary but his eyes remained exceptionally bright.
At this moment, all he could do was wait. Apart from deciding the fate of the child in Lissy's womb with a signature, he couldn't do anything else.
Husband? He had never fulfilled his duties as a husband to her.
