Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal’s Gone With The Money

Chapter 522

At the sound of his voice, Cynthia tumed to look at him.

“How is he?” she asked.

“He’s past the critical stage. The good news is that he won’t end up in a vegetative state. However, the bad news is that his central nervous damage might result in various symptoms, including but not limited to those mentioned by Yves,” Sean reported, sounding more serious than before.

Cynthia felt as though her heart was being crushed. “When will he wake up?”

“In a day or two. Get the consent form signed in the meantime. Once he wakes up, I can transfer him to my place. The facilities

are more advance and conducive to his treatment,” Sean replied.

there

“Okay,” Cynthia agreed,

an eyebrow. “You should go. Any further delay may

one more

allowed her

closed, his face pallid. He lacked his usual cool aloofness and vitality, looking frighteningly tranquil, Cynthia’s heart ached. She stood

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divorce, and each leads a peaceful life. Had it not been for Yerick, had she not suggested a collaboration, perhaps they would not be in their current predicament. The more Cynthia thought about it, the more jumbled her heart felt. Her brain

patience at the beginning of their marriage, their respect and understanding, then their later doubts and mistrust, harsh confrontations, and now their desperate protection of each other. It all felt like it happened just yesterday, scene after scene replaying in her mind. It was at this moment that she finally understood the saying: everything other than life and death is

Old Man Neal and the gentle Daphne. It would be too much for them to bear if she directly informed them about this matter. With these thoughts in her mind, she took a taxi and left the airport. Once in the car, she sent a message to Felix. She opted not to call,

Neal, are

[Felix: Yes]

right now? There’s something I would like