You Are My Mr Right

“The forensic experts have already confirmed that the cause of Mrs. Lowe’s death was due to a nerve fiber being accidentally severed during her surgery… Brain surgeries are already high-risk procedures, and if it wasn’t performed by an authoritative neurosurgeon, accidents are more likely to occur. I have also inquired about it, and that day, there were six surgeons involved, including Sivin Peters and Mrs Silverton… I asked them, and they all said…”

Evan didn’t mention any names. But everyone understood. Xander explained, “Perhaps she wanted to save a life, but because she was a cardiac surgeon and not familiar with neurosurgery, there was a slight deviation…”

Elijah stood by the French windows, facing away from the others, silent. Xander and Evan dared not speak, standing quietly. After a while, Elijah spoke in a low voice, “You can all go now.”

Evan and Xander exchanged a glance, almost simultaneously saying, “Accidents happen on the operating table all the time…”

“I said you can leave, don’t you understand?” Elijah interrupted softly.

“Yes.” Xander and Evan left the study.

Freya hid in the corner, waiting for Xander and Evan to leave. She approached the study door again, seeing Elijah leaning against the glass window with one hand, his head lowered and his back slightly hunched. She had never seen him like this before. He was Elijah Silverton, after all, proud and invincible. This posture was beneath him, something he would disdain.

But now…

He must be feeling so miserable inside. Just as he had found his mother and before they had a chance to acknowledge each other, she was taken away from him again. He experienced the same pain twice, and that was too cruel for him. But she couldn’t comfort him or be by his side at this moment. Seeing her would only make it harder for him, right? After all, she was the one who caused his mother’s death.

Freya gently closed the study door, walking back to her bedroom barefoot. Even though it wasn’t cold, she felt a chill. She sat on the edge of the bed. That night, Elijah didn’t return to the room, and Freya sat by the bed all night as well.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

As the sky began to brighten, Freya went to the bathroom, took a shower, changed her clothes, and applied a bit of makeup to conceal her pale complexion and swollen eyes. She walked out of the house. Elijah was already gone. Linda said he left before dawn. Freya knew he must have gone to the hospital. When she arrived at the hospital, sure enough, she saw Elijah. He was in a conflict with Eric Lowe. Eric wanted to bury Joan Nash himself. So that in the future, they could be buried together. But Elijah did not allow him to take his mother away.

Freya approached, looking at the unyielding Eric.

“The place she wants to rest in peace is her original identity. She is Joan Nash, not your wife, Joan Lowe.” Said Freya.

“Did she tell you that?” Eric asked.

He was referring to the letter.

“Yes, she told me.”

Instantly, it seemed like Eric lost his spirit.

“She, she still wants to be with him…” He leaned against the wall, his legs giving way.

Elijah personally walked into the morgue and pushed the stretcher out. Freya wanted to approach, but Elijah looked up and his tone was devoid of emotion. “Did she tell you that?”

Meeting his gaze, Freya instinctively shrank back and hoarsely replied, “Yes, she told me before the surgery.”

With her answer, she indirectly told Elijah that she was the one who performed the surgery. Elijah looked at her for a few seconds, said nothing, and walked past her, brushing shoulders.

Evan approached. “Maybe you don’t need to come to the hospital today. You should be with…”

“This is my job,” Freya interjected.

Evan frowned slightly. He felt that Freya had suddenly become cold and indifferent, lacking empathy.

“If you still care about Mr Silverton, about your relationship, you should go and explain, try to salvage it.” Evan’s tone also turned colder.

Freya looked at him, her hands clenched tightly at her side, her expression still icy. “Will explaining change the fact?”