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"Got it." I nodded and went to grab June a carton of milk.
June shook her head with a bitter smile. "Thanks, but I don't have the appetite. I'd rather wait outside the operating room."
"The surgery could take a while," I said softly. "If you really want to see York when he comes out, don't wear yourself out before then." I unwrapped the straw and slid it into the milk.
June hesitated for a moment, then finally took it. After sipping a few mouthfuls quickly, she got to her feet.
I reached out and held June's arm, guiding her as we made our way back to the waiting area.
I was nervous too, but I knew the only thing we could do now was stay calm.
I sat down beside June and asked, "Did you invite York to the fashion show?"
Lindsey and York did not know each other, so there was no reason for her to invite him.
I had not expected him to show up at all.
June shook her head, her voice choked with emotion. "We haven't seen each other since we broke up."
It seemed that even June had no idea York would show up at the fashion show today.
A sudden wave of emotion welled up in me. I had always assumed York had long moved on. But now, I realized—he had not stopped loving June. He had just hidden it well.
If York truly did not care about June, he would not have risked his life to save her.
After a brief pause, I said, "It seems that York's still very concerned about you."
June lowered her head, her shoulders trembling before she began to cry softly.
For just a moment, I wondered if I was the one who had done something wrong.
Maybe if I hadn't been so obsessed with uncovering the truth back then, York and June wouldn't have broken up. Did I come between them?
I pressed my lips together, just about to say something to comfort June, when my phone suddenly rang.
Lindsey called me, her voice urgent as she asked, "How is York doing?"
"He's still in surgery," I replied gravely.
On the other end of the line, Lindsey sounded deeply remorseful. "This is all my fault—I should've had the equipment checked ahead of time. How's June doing now?"
"She's really shaken up..." I glanced at June, but before I could finish, I caught the operating room light go off from the corner of my eye. I said to Lindsey, "The surgery's over. I've got to go now. We'll talk later."
As I hung up the phone, the operating room doors swung open from within.
June and I rushed forward simultaneously, blocking the doctor's way. In perfect unison, we both blurted out, "How is he?"
"Don't worry, the surgery went very well," the doctor said. "It was thanks to the timely blood transfusion. The patient is still under anesthesia—we'll keep an eye on him after he wakes up."
I heaved a sigh of relief.
York was soon transferred to a ward, and Shirley arrived in a panic, rushing straight to the bedside.
"How could something like this happen?" she muttered, gently touching York's face.
"York is okay now, Mom," I said quickly, trying to comfort her as I saw her eyes fill with tears. "The doctor said the surgery was a success. He'll wake up once the anesthesia wears off."
"Mrs. Smith, this is all my fault. York got hurt saving me. Please, may I stay here with him until he wakes up?" June pleaded.
June stood off to the side like a guilty child, fidgeting nervously.
Shirley turned to June, her eyes full of warmth. "If York risked himself to save you, that means you're important to him. It was his choice. Why would I blame you for that?"
June shook her head with a bitter smile. "Thanks, but I don't have the appetite. I'd rather wait outside the operating room."
"The surgery could take a while," I said softly. "If you really want to see York when he comes out, don't wear yourself out before then." I unwrapped the straw and slid it into the milk.
June hesitated for a moment, then finally took it. After sipping a few mouthfuls quickly, she got to her feet.
I reached out and held June's arm, guiding her as we made our way back to the waiting area.
I was nervous too, but I knew the only thing we could do now was stay calm.
I sat down beside June and asked, "Did you invite York to the fashion show?"
Lindsey and York did not know each other, so there was no reason for her to invite him.
I had not expected him to show up at all.
June shook her head, her voice choked with emotion. "We haven't seen each other since we broke up."
It seemed that even June had no idea York would show up at the fashion show today.
A sudden wave of emotion welled up in me. I had always assumed York had long moved on. But now, I realized—he had not stopped loving June. He had just hidden it well.
If York truly did not care about June, he would not have risked his life to save her.
After a brief pause, I said, "It seems that York's still very concerned about you."
June lowered her head, her shoulders trembling before she began to cry softly.
For just a moment, I wondered if I was the one who had done something wrong.
Maybe if I hadn't been so obsessed with uncovering the truth back then, York and June wouldn't have broken up. Did I come between them?
I pressed my lips together, just about to say something to comfort June, when my phone suddenly rang.
Lindsey called me, her voice urgent as she asked, "How is York doing?"
"He's still in surgery," I replied gravely.
On the other end of the line, Lindsey sounded deeply remorseful. "This is all my fault—I should've had the equipment checked ahead of time. How's June doing now?"
"She's really shaken up..." I glanced at June, but before I could finish, I caught the operating room light go off from the corner of my eye. I said to Lindsey, "The surgery's over. I've got to go now. We'll talk later."
As I hung up the phone, the operating room doors swung open from within.
June and I rushed forward simultaneously, blocking the doctor's way. In perfect unison, we both blurted out, "How is he?"
"Don't worry, the surgery went very well," the doctor said. "It was thanks to the timely blood transfusion. The patient is still under anesthesia—we'll keep an eye on him after he wakes up."
I heaved a sigh of relief.
York was soon transferred to a ward, and Shirley arrived in a panic, rushing straight to the bedside.
"How could something like this happen?" she muttered, gently touching York's face.
"York is okay now, Mom," I said quickly, trying to comfort her as I saw her eyes fill with tears. "The doctor said the surgery was a success. He'll wake up once the anesthesia wears off."
"Mrs. Smith, this is all my fault. York got hurt saving me. Please, may I stay here with him until he wakes up?" June pleaded.
June stood off to the side like a guilty child, fidgeting nervously.
Shirley turned to June, her eyes full of warmth. "If York risked himself to save you, that means you're important to him. It was his choice. Why would I blame you for that?"
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