Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 32 Won't Suffer From Long-Term Side Effects

Henry lowered his gaze to conceal the emotions in his eyes. "Just something about the surgery."

"Surgery?" Jacqueline's eyes lit up with unconcealed excitement. “Has the date been set? When can I have the surgery?"

"Very soon. The first surgery is set to be within these few days."

"That's great!" Jacqueline clasped her hands together and wept with joy.

Henry offered her a tissue. "Don't cry, you’ll look terrible."

"Are you criticizing me?" Jacqueline pouted unhappily.

Henry shook his head gently, "No."

"I don't believe you!" Jacqueline brought her legs up and hugged her knees. Her face was full of sadness." Actually, I know I am very ugly now. My hair is about t o fall out, my skin is turning dark and yellow, and I look like a pile of bones. How could I possibly look good..."

"You'll recover when your illness is cured. Don't think about it too much now!" Henry reached out and tousled her hair. His heart ached for the woman.

Jacqueline sniffed, "Do you think I can still dance in the future, Henry?”

"Yes."

"Really?"

Henry nodded, "Yeah!"

He knew how much she loved ballet, so he had asked Shane this question a long time ago. 1

The answer that Shane gave was as long as the two operations were successful, she would be able to return to the stage again.

"I trust you!" Jacqueline released her knees, then hugged Henry around his waist and rubbed her face against his chest. "I know you'll never lie to me."

Henry's body suddenly tensed, either because of her words or because of her sudden action that made him a little uncomfortable.

"Oh, Am I interrupting?" Shane's teasing voice suddenly rang out at the door.

Jacqueline blushed and released Henry. "Not at all. Come in, Shane. Did you suddenly come back again because you still have something to say?"

"Again?" Shane raised his eyebrow.

Did he come here just now?

Shane looked toward Henry, only to meet his cold and warning eyes.

Shane shivered and instantly understood something.

He readjusted the expression on his face with a smile. "Yeah, I left out some details just now and had to come back. Henry, let's talk outside." 2

Henry went out of the room.

"That wasn't me but Yvonne Frey who came just now right?" As soon as the ward door was closed, Shane looked at him in amusement.

Henry declined to comment and only admitted it with a slight nod.

"I knew it!" Shane curled his lip. "Henry, I just don't understand why won’t you tell her the truth. How long do you think you can hide the fact that you are married to her?"

"For as long as I can," Henry said in a low voice. 1

"Why are you doing this?" Shane frowned. "Jacqueline doesn't love you at all. She only loves ballet and the Lincoln Center stage. What’s your intention of hiding the truth from her? Don’t tell me you plan to rekindle the old flame?"

"It’s nothing like that!" Henry furrowed his eyebrows impatiently. "Okay, let's not talk about this. Are Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Yvonne Frey's physical examination results out yet?" 1

"Yes, they’re ready." Shane handed over the medical record he brought with him. "It's all in here, you can read it for yourself."

Henry accepted it but snapped it close after casually flipping through it. He just couldn't make heads or tails of it. "Just tell me directly if she will suffer from any long-term side effects."

"As long as she takes good care of herself after the surgery, there is a seventy percent chance that she won't be affected. But her physical condition will not b e as good as it was before. She will easily get sick when she’s cold." 1

"That’s all I need!" Henry slapped the medical record o n Shane's body.

As long as Yvonne wouldn't suffer from any long-term side effects, Jacqueline could be saved. He wouldn't need to feel so conflicted and powerless! 1

He would bear full responsibility for Yvonne's deteriorating health!

Shane hurriedly caught the medical record that was about to slide off his body and called out to Henry who was about to return to the ward. "Henry, there’s one more thing. You ought to know that Yvonne and Jacqueline are..." 1

"What about the two of them?” Henry stopped when h e was about to open the door.

Shane's eyes flickered slightly and he smiled, "Never mind, it's not particularly important. I'll tell you after I properly investigate it. I'll get going now."

He put the medical record under his arm, then walked away with hands in his pockets.

Henry narrowed his eyes at Shane’s back for a while, then twisted the doorknob. As soon as he entered, he heard a crash and saw a dark shadow slid along the floor, only to stop at his feet. 1

Henry looked down to find that it was a broken cell phone. The person who did that was crying on the hospital bed so badly that she seemed out of breath and her eyes were rolling to the back of her head.

"Jackie!" Henry's face tensed as he quickly went over t o pick up an inhaler from the head of the bed and helped her to a few puffs.

After a while, Jacqueline's breathing significantly stabilized and her sobs grew softer. She looked at him tearfully. "Henry, they are too much."

"They?"

"Those people in the dance troupe! The Lincoln Center invited them and deliberately called to laugh at me for not being able to go. How despicable!"

What made her even angrier was still that person. She loved him so much and missed him even when she was on her deathbed.

Yet he was still living his best life. Not only did he break up with her, but he also blocked her and might still be fooling around with some other sluts.

She would definitely skin those sluts by the time she recovered! 1

Jacqueline's eyelids drooped, concealing the murderous intent in her eyes.

"It's okay." Henry patted her back and consoled her softly. "You’ll get another chance when you get better. Don’t think too much now. Sleep for a while."

"If I sleep, will you go away again?” Jacqueline grabbed his hand for fear that he would leave.

"I'm not going." Henry helped her he down.

Since Jacqueline suddenly broke down, Henry couldn't bear to leave her just like that.

"You said it yourself, Henry. I hope I'll still see you around when I wake up."

"Of course." Henry pulled a chair and sat down by her bed.

With his assurance, Jacqueline held his arm contentedly and closed her eyes.

After Jacqueline fell asleep, Henry gently pulled out his arm and went to the balcony to make a call.

Yvonne was still in the cab when she received the call. "Henry.”

"You're not back at the company yet?” Henry frowned when he vaguely heard the traffic from her side.

Yvonne looked out of the window and at the company building which wasn't too far away from her. "Not yet. There was a traffic jam on the road just now, but I'm almost there.”

Henry hummed in acknowledgment. "Don't go to bed first when you get back tonight. I need to talk to you. I

might be back a little late though."

"Okay," Yvonne responded softly, feeling a little bit depressed.

She could pretty much guess what Henry was going to talk about with her.

What else could it be if it wasn't about the bone marrow donation?

After Yvonne hung up, she put away the phone with a long sigh, then paid the cab driver before getting off.

As soon as she got out of the elevator, she saw Lynette standing by the door of her office.

"You’re finally back! Where have you been?" Lynette came toward her.

"I went out with Mr. Lancaster." Yvonne took out the office card from her bag and opened the door.

Lynette followed behind her. "Some business talk?"

"Something like that." Yvonne switched the air conditioner on and set it to twenty-six degrees Celsius.

Lynette plopped down in the seat. "No wonder why you didn't even answer my call."

"That wasn't on purpose," Yvonne said apologetically.

It was Lynette who called her when she was outside Jacqueline’s ward.

Yvonne was going to return her call after that, but it totally slipped her mind as soon as she left the

hospital. 1

"Did you need me for anything?" Yvonne offered Lynette a cup of tea.