The Return of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife by Zara Gibbon

Chapter 468

In the blink of an eye, it was Monday.

It was time for Lilia’s second bone marrow transplant.

Chapter 468

In the ward, the father and daughter had undergone full–body disinfection and completed all the necessary

examinations. They were now preparing to enter the operating room.

There was nervousness on Lilia’s pale face. What she feared the most was entering the cold operating room!

Bruce, laying on the other hospital bed, gently held his daughter’s small hand. “Lilia, my baby, don’t be afraid.

Daddy will be by your side the whole time.”

“Yeah, Lilia isn’t scared.” Lilia blinked her eyes, attempting to encourage herself, but deep inside, fear still gripped

her.

Joanna approached and comforted her daughter. “Sweetie, be brave. Mommy is here to cheer for you.”

“Mommy, don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

Joanna’s face darkened, and turned around to Bruce. “Bruce, come on.”

Bruce laughed and comforted Joanna instead. “Don’t worry. Our daughter and I will be fine.”

Joanna’s eyes welled up with tears for a moment, and there was lingering unease in her heart. “When you recover,

I’ll make spaghetti for you.”

“Okay, I’ll look forward to eating spaghetti.” Bruce smiled to her.

Soon, the nurses wheeled Bruce and Lilia into the operating room.

Joanna prayed outside, hoping that both her husband and daughter would have a smooth and safe operation.

“Bruce, Lilia, may heaven bless you!”

“Miss Haynes, don’t worry too much. Dr. Clayton is highly skilled, and everything will be fine.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just nervous!”

Time passed away minute by minute, and each minute felt like an eternity for Joanna.

She suddenly realized that, everything else was secondary to heath in our life.

A few hours later, the lights in the operating room finally dimmed, and Dr. Clayton stepped out.

Seeing this. Joanna rushed over, and anxiously asked, “Dr. Clayton, how did it go?”

“The operation was very successful. Don’t worry too much.”

Joanna breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank goodness.”

Shortly after, Bruce was the first to be wheeled out, followed by Lilia.

The nurses wheeled them back to the hospital room with a wheeled stretcher.

After getting to the room, the nurses worked together to transfer Bruce onto the bed.

Joanna stepped up to check on him and asked with concern, “Bruce, how do you feel?”

Due to the full–body anesthesia for the bone marrow treatment, although he was now awake, Bruce couldn’t move.

Other than being conscious, all his other nerves were paralyzed.

Im so thirsty. I want some water!”

“No, the doctor said you can’t drink water yet. Drinking water now would cause choking.”

Because of the anesthesia, Bruce Everett’s lips were dry and uncomfortable. He felt a sense of weakness

throughout his body. It made him acutely aware of his paralysis. No matter how much he willed his body to move,

his nerves simply wouldn’t respond

“Joanna, I feel so uncomfortable.”

Observing his restlessness and anxiety, Joanna quickly reassured him, “The effects of the anesthesia will wear off

soon. Don’t be so restless. Rest quietly! Everything will be fine when you wake up.”

After that, Joanna hurriedly went to check on Lilia.

If adults were feeling so uncomfortable, it would be even worse for a child.

As she was about to leave, Bruce became even more flustered. “Joanna, don’t go!”

“I won’t go far. I’m just going to check on Lilia, and I’ll be back soon.”

Bruce’s eyes darkened, and a misty layer of tears appeared in his eyes, making him look like a child feeling

wronged. “Then come back quickly, I feel anxious when I can’t see you!”

Unable to move, this feeling pushed him to the brink of collapse.

Despite domineering and cold personality create an impression of invincibility of him on the outside, his inner side

was remarkably fragile and lacked security. After all, he had lost both his parents and had no siblings.

Over the years, he had wrapped his fragile heart in valor. Explained in the terms in psychology, this kind of

personality of him was a reflex of extremely self–protection.

Joanna was stunned and looked deeply into Bruce’s eyes.

It was the first time he had revealed such vulnerability in front of her, like a restless and anxious child, even more

so than Lilia.

“Don’t worry! I’ll be back soon,” Joanna reassured him, and she quickly went to check on Lilia.

Lilia hadn’t fully regained consciousness yet. She lay on the hospital bed, connected to a ventilator and heart

monitor, in a drowsy state.

Seeing this, Joanna’s heart ached, and she gently touched her daughter. “My dear, you’ll be fine.”

The nurse quickly reassured her, “Miss Hayness, don’t worry too much. The operation was successful. As long as

there’s no rejection, Lilia will recover soon.”

“Yes,” Joanna nodded.

However, her worries now centered more on Bruce.

He had already donated bone marrow twice to his daughter, and they claimed it wouldn’t affect his health. But

could that really be true? Each surgery depleted his life force.

A single surgery was equivalent to releasing the vitality in his body.

“You take good care of Lilia. I’ll go see Bruce.”

The nurses replied in a professional manner, “Got it!”

After ensuring Lilia’s well–being, Joanna quickly returned to be by Bruce’s side.

At this moment, Bruce needed her more than Lilia did.