Chapter: 551
Ariana quickly stood up, feeling anxious. Despite Helen’s faults, she didn’t believe Helen deserved to die. Ariana couldn’t
understand how Helen could be willing to risk her life, even if it meant facing death.
“Mr. Anderson.” The doctor handed the medical report to Theodore and stated, “The patient has sustained a concussion and a
contusion to the chest from the impact.
Her condition is currently stable, but we need to maintain surveillance and assist her recovery. However, we must delay
tomorrow’s scheduled heart surgery. “
Theodore didn’t pay much attention to the medical report and asked in a low voice, “Until when is it postponed?”
“That would depend on Miss Clarke’s subsequent recovery process. There is, however, another complicating factor.” The doctor
appeared uncomfortable as he disclosed, “Miss Clarke sustained a deep facial laceration during her fall, exposing the underlying
bone. The two-hour emergency procedure required us to stitch the wound, an especially challenging task considering the
wound’s location and extent, covering nearly her entire eyebrow. We strived to minimize scarring, but we couldn’t completely
remove it.”
“Are you saying that she’ll be left disfigured?” Theodore’s tone remained unchanged, making it difficult to discern any concem.
With a compassionate nod, the doctor explained, “Here’s the situation. When a wound is extensive, it’s expected to leave a scar.
Additionally, Miss Clarke has a tendency to develop scars. Due to her heart condition, it’s not feasible for her to undergo frequent
facial reconstruction surgeries within a short span of time, making complete recovery challenging...”
Ariana was slightly shocked and her mouth fell open a little, noticing the contrast between Theodore’s indifference and Helen’s
actions. It was clear that Helen had sacrificed a great deal to cause her harm.
How could someone as proud and self-assured as Helen come to terms with the reality of facial disfigurement?
Meanwhile, Helen regained consciousness in a dazed state, initially experiencing a sensation of pain.
She was plagued by a throbbing headache and a searing sensation across her face as if it had been struck repeatedly.
Helen woke up, feeling disoriented at first, but soon became aware of her surroundings. She observed the white ceiling above,
heard the sound of dripping medical equipment, and detected the scent of disinfectant in the air.
With a painful effort, she turned her head and caught sight of a chubby nurse tending to her IV bag.
As her mind slowly cleared, the thought of her fall down the stairs surged through her, causing her internal organs to twist with
pain.
Helen’s face throbbed with increased pain.
“Miss Clarke, you’re conscious. How are you feeling?” The nurse asked considerately, adjusting her covers.
Helen grabbed her hand, her voice brimming with anxiety, “Where’s Theodore? Did he bring me here?”
The nurse confirmed, “Yes, Miss Clarke, Mr. Anderson had you admitted here. He’s currently talking with the doctor about your
medical status outside.”
Upon hearing this, Helen released her grip on the nurse’s hand and felt a sense of joy. True to her expectations, Theodore still
cared for her well-being and took the initiative to inquire about her condition directly with the doctor. Typically, it was Horace’s
responsibility.
“What about Ariana then? Where is she now? Is she in tears? ” Helen’s mind was filled with visions of Ariana being scolded by
Theodore, weeping in humiliation.
The nurse appeared puzzled and asked, “Are you referring to the lovely woman accompanying Mr. Anderson?”
“Stop complimenting her looks,” Helen interjected with clear displeasure.