Chapter 118

Meanwhile, Bonita was hiding nearby, watching the scene unfold, terrified to get any closer.

She covered her mouth, secretly crying, her gaze fixed on the closed door of the operating room. The thought that the person lying inside was Adam, whom she had inadvertently harmed, filled her with unbearable dread.

As the police arrived and completed the necessary procedures, they left.

Tom was also unnerved by the truth. He stood there, leaning against the wall, visibly aged in moments.

Five hours passed, and Mrs. Mirabel’s tears had dried up. She sat empty and lifeless on the waiting chair, devoid of vitality. Bonita had long since huddled in a corner on the ground.

A heavy atmosphere hung over everyone present as if time was unwilling to approach that crucial moment. Suddenly, the door to the operating room swung open.

Mrs. Mirabel sprang forward as if she had been shocked by electricity.

“Doctor? How is my son?”

“I’m sorry, we did our bes