"Mr. Scott." Seeing Lucas Scott appear, the medical staff in the surgery room slightly bowed and then walked out.
The surgery room became quiet.
Lucas Scott raised his head, looking at Stella York lying on the operating table, his palm tightened suddenly clenching into a fist.
Every step he took felt particularly heavy.
Watching her lying with her eyes closed, her facial expression pale on the operating table, he reached out his hand towards her, slightly trembling.
"I'm sorry..."
Just as Lucas Scott parted his lips, Stella York, who was supposed to be unconscious, suddenly opened her eyes.
Seeing him, she reached out and hugged his neck.
"..." Lucas Scott's body stiffened, for a moment, his mind went completely blank.
She just finished the surgery, the anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, wasn't she supposed to still be sleeping?
How could she wake up so quickly...
