The doctor had justpleted a thorough examination of Bet, whose condition was being kept confidential. The public only knew he''d been shot and was in critical condition, under intensive care.


    "Mr. Thompson''s condition is stable for now, but we can''t be certain about his long- term recovery," the doctor told the family.


    "So when will my son wake up?" Frank asked urgently.


    "After such a major surgery, it''s impossible to say when the patient will regain consciousness," the doctor replied, shaking his head.


    Upon hearing this, Emma staggered, nearly copsing. She choked out, "Bet... what if he never wakes up?"


    "At this point, we can''t rule out that possibility," the doctor responded.


    Emma burst into tears before the doctor could even finish. Frank had to hold his


    wife,forting her and fearing she might faint again.


    "Mr. Thompson is a soldier with a strong constitution. He''ll pull through. You have to have faith in him," the doctor said before leaving the room.


    When the doctor left, he saw Yvonne waiting by the door.


    Yvonne, who had been sitting on a chair, immediately stood up, her eyes slightly red as she looked at him.


    "The patient''s condition has stabilized. You can go in and see him now," the doctor said to Yvonne with a gentle sigh.


    The poor girl had been keeping a constant vigil at the hospital ever since Bet was admitted.


    "Thank you, Doctor." Yvonne thanked him politely, her gaze fixed on the room.


    Inside, Bety on the bed, looking as if he were simply in a deep sleep, just like she saw him every morning when she woke up.


    Frank and Emma stood by the bedside.


    Emma wiped her tears while tucking the nket around Bet.


    "Don''t cry, Bet will get through this. Our son isn''t that fragile Bank said, tofort her.


    Emma to


    "Alright, let me take you home. You、 need to take care of yourself.


    you copse by the time B


    wakes up? Frank urged


    Emma dabbed the tears from her eyes and nodded.


    Frank put his arm around Emma and led her out of the room, where they saw Yvonne.


    Emma shot her a cold nce and said nothing. Frank, however, gave her a polite nod, also without speaking.


    Yvonne bowed her head respectfully, her delicate face calm and expressionless. Only after Emma and Frank left did Yvonne enter the room.


    She sat by the bed and took his hand.


    His hand was so cold. Yvonne instinctively squeezed it tighter and pressed it against her cheek.


    "Ben, are you tired? You''ve been sleeping for so long this time," she murmured, pressing her cheek into his palm. She didn''t want to cry, but tears streamed


    down her face one


    after another.


    "Bet, I worked so hard toe back to you. You can''t leave me."


    Yvonne''s tears fell onto Bet''s arm.


    The hand against her cheek seemed to move ever so slightly.


    Yvonne froze, her eyes fixed on his hand. It was really moving.


    "Doctor! Doctor!" Yvonne cried, running frantically out of the room to get help.


    Hearing that Bet might be waking up, the doctor hurried into the room and performed another check.


    But after the doctor arrived, Bet''s hand didn''t move again, and there were no other signs of him waking.