<h4>Chapter 315: Chapter 314: Better to Just Die</h4>


    After Gabrie Dyer finished speaking, she ordered the subordinates behind her, "Get this woman out of here. From this moment on, she is not allowed to set foot in Alexander’s ward."


    "Yes, madam."


    The subordinates, upon receiving the order, said nothing and immediately picked up Chloe Simpson, carrying her to the door of the ward.


    At this moment, the subordinates who had been guarding Alexander Johnson’s ward earlier came back from the bathroom.


    "What are you two good for? You can’t even guard a single ward? Huh? What’s the use of having you? If this happens again, you’re all fired."


    Gabrie Dyer picked up a stool beside her and threw it directly at the subordinates.


    "Yes, madam, it’s all our fault. It won’t happen again."


    The two subordinates stood there, taking the chair thrown at them without even daring to breathe heavily.


    "How is the Eldest Young Master’s condition today?"


    Gabrie Dyer frowned and looked at Alexander Johnson behind her.


    "The Eldest Young Master is still in aa, with no anomalies or improvements."


    Gabrie Dyer’s subordinate replied.


    "Then why did that wretch Chloe just say the Eldest Young Master’s fingers were frozen and he was about to wake up? And she even called for a doctor!"


    Gabrie Dyer recalled Chloe’s words and asked.


    "No idea. We’ve been guarding sincest night and haven’t seen any response from the Eldest Young Master."


    The two subordinates were puzzled.


    "Useless fools."


    Gabrie Dyer was filled with rage and immediately dialed the doctor who had previously been involved.


    "Come to the ICU now and check on the Eldest Young Master’s condition."


    Ten minutester, a bespectacled, somewhat awkward-looking young doctor came rushing in, panting.


    "What happened, madam? Is there something wrong?"


    The man spoke respectfully as soon as he arrived in front of Gabrie Dyer.


    "Check if my son shows any signs of waking up."


    Gabrie Dyermanded bluntly.


    "Okay." The man nodded and went to examine Alexander Johnson’s condition.


    He performed a quick physical exam, opened Alexander’s eyes to inspect them, used a stethoscope to listen, and finally checked his pulse.


    Afterpleting the examination, Gabrie Dyer, anxious with anticipation, asked, "What’s the situation?"


    "Madam, please prepare yourself. The Eldest Young Master’s physical indicators are not good. He’s unlikely to wake up soon."


    The man, who knew exactly what Gabrie Dyer wanted to hear, had administered the medication himself. Forget about waking up; without surprises, Alexander was likely to remain bedridden for life.


    "Really? Then why did they just say my son’s hand moved, and he’s about to wake up? How can you call yourself a doctor if you can’t even determine this?"


    Recalling Chloe’s words, Gabrie Dyer spoke again. She needed to ensure that Alexander Johnson would not wake up.


    "Oh, as for hands moving, it’s normal. But it doesn’t necessarily mean waking up. Hand movement is a sign of life indicator."


    "As long as the Eldest Young Master is not brain dead, all his organs might exhibit some activity. asional movement is also normal. But madam, please don’t lose hope."


    "Miracles in medicine do ur frequently. Not long ago, under my care, a patient dered a vegetative state finally woke up through unyielding efforts by the family. Perhaps a miracle could happen with the Eldest Young Master too."


    The man added a few polite words at the end.


    "Alright, I understand."


    Outwardly, Gabrie responded, but inwardly she sneered. Wake up? Not lose hope?


    It would be best if Alexander Johnson, that cursed child, just died!