Chapter 135

One week had passed.

The ICU room remained the place Giselle visited most often. Almost every day, she stood behind the large glass window, staring at Leon’s motionless body, surrounded by medical equipment that emitted soft, steady sounds. Leon’s face was still pale, his eyes tightly closed, his breathing assisted by machines.

As a doctor, Giselle understood every condition that was happening.

As a wife, she only wanted Leon to open his eyes and speak to her again.

The attending doctor stepped out of the ICU room while removing his gloves.

“How is he today, Doctor?” Giselle asked calmly, though exhaustion was evident in her eyes.

The doctor...