Seeing that Lisbeth Dawson was so submissive and did not make any further retort, the anger in Jenny's heart calmed down a little.
She gently raised her chin, and with a kingly and imperturbable stance, she coldly grunted, "It's best if you know what you should do, and don't come back to disturb my big brother's life, this is the last warning we're giving you."
Everyone present could feel the subtle change in the air, as if with Lisbeth Dawson's imminent departure, a long suppressed emotion was being quietly released, and at the same time, it also signalled that a new storm was about to brew beneath the calm surface.
Lisbeth Dawson was silent, the sourness in her heart was like a tidal wave, her thin figure, in the afterglow of the setting sun seemed particularly lonely, step by step slowly leaving, it seems that every step is stepping on the debris of life, the laughter and dreams of the past have now been reduced to smoke.
Back in the ward, she collapsed helplessly on the bed, and everything around her became a blur, like the edge of a dream.
Her encounter with Percy Spencer was like a brilliant firework that lit up her grey world at first, but she never expected that it would be the calm before the storm, a beautiful but fatal mistake.
Then, like the warmth of the winter sun, her three older brothers gave her the warmth of a family she had not seen in a long time, and she naively thought that this was the compensation given by fate, a new beginning.
However. Reality cruelly told her that her own appearance, but for this hard-earned happiness overshadowed, so that those who love her into a difficult situation.
She can't help but ask herself, is it really her fault?
The inner struggle was like oil on fire, tormenting her soul.
If her brother had offered her a helping hand again, she would have left with him without hesitation, no longer attached to the phantom of the past, no longer letting her heart sink into a quagmire of pain.
That about youth, about Percy's dream, will eventually become the past, can only be in the bottom of the heart whispered goodbye ...
Time passed in silence until, three hours later, the door to the operating theatre opened again like a door of hope, and the air was no longer filled with suffocating tension and despair.
Theobald lay quietly in his hospital bed, being slowly wheeled out by the medical staff, surrounded not only by the ticking of medical instruments, but also by the sound of his loved one's taut heartstrings gradually loosening.
The doctor's voice, though calm, carried a hint of warmth: "The patient has survived the surgery, but the next 72 hours are still a critical period, with the risk of shock or becoming a vegetable. During this time, if he is able to perceive familiar things or favourite sounds, the likelihood of awakening will be greatly increased. The subconscious mind of humans is powerful, and even in a coma, they can feel the call of the outside world."
Quinn sniffed, a flash of determination in his eyes, and bowed deeply, "Thank you doctor, we will follow your advice and not leave until he wakes up."
The doctor hurriedly piled up a full smile, but his eyes flashed with nervousness and flattery, "Wherever, wherever, being able to share Third Young Master's worries is really the honour of my career, not to mention being able to personally heal the noble Young Master, this is undoubtedly an unparalleled honour bestowed upon me by the heavens."
With that, he bowed gently, his gesture respectful.
Quinn only nodded slightly in response, his deep eyes seemed to be hiding thousands of thoughts, but he did not say another word, the atmosphere seemed a bit gloomy for a while.
A group of people walked hurriedly and arrived outside the door of the intensive care unit in an instant.
Inside the room, the slight buzzing sound of all kinds of medical equipment mixed into a prelude to life, and the faint smell of disinfectant permeated the air, making people involuntarily give birth to a few points of reverence.
Quinn stood still, his voice faint but with unquestionable majesty: "Little brother, go and bring Lisbeth Dawson here."
Witnessing this scene, Jenny's eyes almost spewed fire as she stared hard at Quinn, her anger surging like a tidal wave:
"Brother, what exactly do you intend to do! Is it all going to turn against you?
Is there no one in this family who has any regard for me as the second young lady? Why are you so obstinate as to allow that Lisbeth Dawson to reappear and stir up Big Brother's heart? I went to great lengths to keep her away, and it was not easy for her to promise me to leave my brother's sight; how can you recall her so easily?
Are you expecting the dead emotion between them to resurface?"
In the face of Jenny's questioning, Quinn's expression remained unperturbed, and his gaze was like piercing through the layers of disguise and directly touching the deepest secrets of the human heart.
He gently narrowed his eyes, his voice as cold as the early winter wind, each word like a sharp blade cutting through the air:
"If you truly wish for your big brother to awaken as soon as possible, you should understand that only she can make a difference. Your jealousy cannot be a reason to hinder your big brother's recovery. Who do you think you can hide those little thoughts in your heart from? Let me remind you, regarding your relationship with your big brother, the results of the DNA test have long spoken for themselves-
Same father, same mother, blood is thicker than water, just a brother and sister.
Heh ...
The fate in this world is really wonderful ..."
Quinn's words fell, and the air seemed to echo with that cold laugh that sent shivers down one's spine.
Jenny's eyes were like burning flames, locked onto him, and despite the waves raging inside, under his unyielding threat, her emotions that were about to explode were like being bound by invisible shackles, and could only be turned into indignant mutterings:
"You, you bastard! I never want to have anything to do with you guys again! We've spent so many years together, is that time not worth that woman who just arrived? I think you're all mesmerised by her demonic arts!"
With those words, she turned around violently, the hem of her skirt swaying gently with discontent, leaving behind a room of indignation and resentment.