It had been two weeks since the incident, and Arette had been on strict bed rest—more like an induced comatose state. The doctors had monitored her condition closely, ensuring she was stable and ready for her throat surgery. The hospital room was quiet. She spent her days in a comatose state, asleep and in a dreamland, where none of the problems she faced existed.
The morning of the surgery came bright and clear. Dominic arrived early, his face plastered with worry. He had been lifeless throughout the two weeks of her comatose state, and today was no different. He stayed by her side, holding her hand as they prepared her for surgery.
Dr. Kingston entered the room, his demeanor calm and reassuring. "Good morning, Chairman Ferrari," he greeted him. "Today, we're going to take good care of her. The procedure should take a couple of hours, and I'll be monitoring her closely the entire time."
