Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 296 Another Spender In The Future

The surgery lasted for four hours, and after a night had passed, both individuals were out of danger.

When Jasper woke up, it was already daytime.

Fabian stood by the bedside, updating him on Oliver’s situation. “The child is now out of danger. The illness was detected in time, and he should recover about three months after the surgery. There’s no need for you to worry, Mr. Smith.”

Jasper pondered for a moment. “Three months… that’s exactly when Eileen will return.”

Jasper coughed a few times, and as he was about to get out of bed, Fabian immediately stopped him. “Mr. Smith, you can’t get out of bed yet. You need ten days to recover.”

“Did Eileen… did she… call?” When he thought of her, besides the urgent desire to see her, what overwhelmed him more was the panic of how to explain things to her. The matter of the child was like a ticking time bomb..

Fabian pursed his lips lightly and slowly said, “An hour before the surgery, Ms. Eileen did indeed call. I explained that you have important matters to deal with at the company and that you’ve been resting under the doctor’s orders recently. Ms. Eileen is understanding, and if she had known, she would have also understood your decision. So, you need not worry. Once he gains custody, things with Ms. Eileen will be as they were before.”

Having just undergone surgery, Jasper looked somewhat pale. His short, choppy hair hung low over his forehead, obscuring his obsidian eyes. He appeared deep in thought, his eyes seeming as if they had been stained with black ink, a darkness that lingered for a long time.

He wasn’t sure whether keeping this secret from Eileen was right or wrong.

No sooner had Fabian finished speaking than Nancy, who had been listening at the door, concealed the gloom on her face and walked in with the thermos in her hand. “I heard you’re awake. Thank you for what you did for Ollie. I’ll try to repay the medical expenses gradually. This is the pork and bean stew I made. The doctor said it’s good for your health.”

Nancy spoke as she set down the items. She glanced emotionlessly at the person on the bed, and without. lingering, she had already left.

“She has changed.”

used to be arrogant and domineering, fearing no one.

night and even had the courage to confront a gang of ruffians single-handedly. Even if she lost, she never bowed her head in defeat. However, compared to her past, she had become much more restrained now.

you have also changed. Initially, Old Mrs. Smith was worried about your illness, and you would lock yourself in your room all day, refusing

curled into a smile. “Indeed, if it weren’t for her, perhaps

Fabian and said, “Go and

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you’ve just

cut him off, “Just do

helplessly.

doesn’t want to stay in the hospital because of Nancy. Now that he is with Ms. Eileen, it would indeed be inappropriate for the

completing the discharge procedures, Fabian left the hospital, pushing a wheelchair.

that when he wakes up, a nanny from the Smith family will take care of him. Ms. Mulligan, it would be best if you leave on your own in

the soup bowl in her hand against the door, her gaze fierce. She watched the car drive away from the window and said, “Jasper, don’t think you can get away with this by

Five days later.

Primas Plaza

in Nightshade

opponents. The chips in front of them had piled up like a mountain, all won from their hands. “You were kicked out of Caerulus Corporation by Jasper, but you don’t seem angry at all. In fact, you look quite happy, huh?”

Eric remained silent.

won by Eric. Now, he was left with only a few small changes, and

agitated and craving a smoke, Zachary could only hold a cigarette in his mouth to satisfy his addiction, as

really quite strange. I’ve never won

then, the waiter outside opened the private room

private room, taking in the various women of all types. She noticed how they were almost clinging to Zachary, dressed in revealing clothes, a hint

Zachary’s handsome eyes. “Come here, Babe. Help

to be here as

high-class gentleman, his every move reflecting the demeanor of a modest and reserved man. Now, it seemed he had shed his disguise. A few buttons of his black shirt were undone, and his tie