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.”

arrogant and domineering, fearing

and hooligans were a common sight. Yet, she dared to walk alone at 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

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

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

and said, “Go and arrange the discharge procedures

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just had surgery-

cut him off, “Just do

nodded helplessly. “Okay.”

that he is with

completing the discharge procedures, Fabian left the

also entered the hospital ward where Oliver was staying. A burly man warned, “Mr. Smith. instructed 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

soup bowl in her hand against the door, her gaze fierce. She watched the car drive away from the window and said, “Jasper,

Five days later.

Primas Plaza

in

by two men and two women; Eric and Zachary were 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

Eric remained silent.

losing one game after another, and the hundreds of thousands he had were all won by Eric. Now, he was left with only a few small changes, and he had lost interest in playing cards due to his continuous

hold a cigarette in his mouth to satisfy his addiction,

quite strange. I’ve never won against

opened the private room door.

various women of all types. She noticed how they were almost clinging to Zachary, dressed in revealing

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

to be

had always masqueraded as a 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