From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 1587

Chapter 1587: 701 Return to slap the face (End)_7 Chapter 1587: 701 Return to slap the face (End)_7 Nikita Parker immediately grabbed his hand, “Sullivan, you saved your Uncle Aria, thank you.”

Anton Cook shook his head: “Auntie, this is something I ought to do.”

Aubree Groove noticed his sleeve dripping with blood, her gaze shifted slightly.

Anton Cook was aware of Aubree Groove’s stare and subconsciously hid his arm behind his back.

At this moment, the red light above the emergency room turned off.

The door of the operating room opened, and the chief surgeon came out.

Nikita Parker and Aubree Groove immediately rushed over.

“Doctor, is my husband alright?”

The doctor was stunned by the two people’s appearance, however, it was not as shocking as when he realized that the patient he was about to operate on was his idol.

What was even more shocking was that his favorite female actress was his idol’s wife?

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The doctor coughed, calmed his emotions: “Madam Aria, there is no need to worry.

The Dean had major bleeding, and thanks to this gentleman who performed the emergency treatment and got him to us in time.

After resuscitation, the Dean’s situation is now under control.

He has been transferred to the Intensive Care Unit for overnight observation.

If his vital signs remain stable after twenty-four hours and he wakes up, there will be no issues.”

Nikita Parker and Aubree Groove both sighed in relief.

What the doctor wanted to say was that the Dean was incredibly lucky.

A shard from the windshield had pierced his chest and barely missed his lung.

Even a god wouldn’t have been able to help if it had punctured his lung.

Luckily, the Dean was extremely fortunate.

Now that the Dean’s situation was under control, there was no need to frighten his beautiful wife with the details.

Peter Aria was transferred to the Intensive Care Ward, Nikita Parker waited outside the ward all night, refusing to leave.

“Now that Uncle is alright, Auntie, I will take my leave.”

“Be careful on your way home.

Once your uncle is better, I will personally thank you then.”

Anton Cook smiled and was about to turn around and leave when his sleeve was grabbed.

Anton Cook glanced sideways, the hand that was holding his sleeve was soft and delicate.

Under the light, it gleamed like jade.

Without saying a word, the owner of this hand took him and walked away with an overbearing momentum, Anton Cook was gently pulled away.

Leaning against the wall, Agave Rinto watched this scene, his gaze felt colder, and his lips were tightly sealed.

Aubree Groove led him to the nurse’s station, the nurse on duty looked up, fell silent when she recognized the two people in front of her.

“Hello, my friend hurt his arm, could you help him treat it?”

The nurse stuttered: “Of…

Of course.”

Upon realizing it was Anton Cook, she was dumbfounded.

There wouldn’t be anyone in Jimenez who didn’t recognize this face.

The dazed nurse led the two people into the operation room and handed over a tray with all the tools and medicines.

Aubree Groove naturally picked up the tweezers, held a piece of cotton wool, and dipped it in iodine.

“Sit down, take off your jacket.”

Without making a fuss, Anton Cook took off his jacket.

The nurse gasped in shock: “Such a deep wound?”

On Anton Cook’s arm, there was a one-inch-long wound, clearly inflicted by a sharp object.

The wound was deep enough to see the bone, an already partly congealed wound which had torn open due to excessive movement, blood kept dripping down.

He had been enduring this for so long without complaining once, almost masochistic.

Aubree Groove deeply gazed at him and put down the tweezers; “I need to rinse it with saline to prevent infection.”

Anton Cook’s eyes twinkled, “Okay, I can bear it.”

From the beginning to the end, Anton Cook didn’t utter a single word, by the time the wound was processed, a thin layer of sweat had formed on his forehead.

In the light, the young man’s black eyes looked like a deep, infinite night, stirring with unseen waves.

“Are you leaving?”

The young girl paused while tidying the trash, she distantly replied: “Not leaving.”

A shallow smile formed at the corners of the man’s eyes, like the cooling breeze that ripples the deep lake in the summer night, refreshing and gentle.

“Thank you tonight…

for saving my father.”

With those words, Aubree Groove got up and walked out.

Anton Cook was left stunned in place.

What did she just say?

Uncle Aria is her father?

“Aubree.” Anton Cook’s voice echoed from behind her.

Aubree Groove stopped in her tracks.

Anton Cook moved in front of her and said in a gentle voice: “Actually, I wanted to tell you earlier, when Uncle Aria was unconscious, he kept calling your name.

I tried to call you, but your phone was switched off.”

Aubree Groove stood in front of the hallway window, looking at the lights in the night.

“I am unfilial, I was not by his side when he needed me the most.”

“There will be plenty more opportunities in future, won’t there?”

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