Chapter 1505

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“What?”

Lorelei’s knees buckled. If Harold hadn’t caught her, she would have collapsed onto the floor.

“She’s at the hospital, right? I’m heading there right now.” Lorelei immediately tried to rush toward the door.

“Don’t panic.”

Harold hurried after her, keeping a steadying hand on her waist while he dialed the surgical team. “Prep the OR according to the primary protocol we established.”

“Protocol?”

Sitting in the passenger seat, Lorelei turned to Harold with a look of utter confusion. “Yeah.”

Harold nodded, explaining seriously. “Grandma’s health has been rapidly declining. For the past few years, I’ve been collaborating with an overseas medical institute to develop a viable surgical plan.”

“The reason I never told you was because I didn’t want to give you false hope if the plan failed.”

“And now?” Lorelei opened her mouth, her voice cracking. “Is Grandma going to be okay?”

“I won’t let anything happen to her.” Harold reached out with his right hand, tightly grasping Lorelei’s icy fingers in an attempt to comfort her. “Lori, trust me.”

“Okay.”

Lorelei nodded emphatically, but the sheer terror still made the tears stream uncontrollably down her face.

Her mind was completely blank. Harold had to practically carry her into the hospital, and it wasn’t until they were standing outside the operating room doors that she finally snapped back to reality.

“Dr. Houston.”

Hearing the voice, Lorelei turned her head and saw Felicia Bishop standing right across from them.

“Lorelei, it’s been a long time,” Felicia greeted her with a warm smile. “Don’t worry, your grandmother is already in the OR, and our mentor just arrived as well.”

“Thank you.”

Lorelei stared at her, unsure of what she was feeling, her throat unbearably dry.

“It’s nothing.” Felicia then turned to Harold, looking concerned. “Dr. Houston, you haven’t slept in two nights. Are you sure you can handle being in the OR for this long?”

Eleanor’s surgery involved her brain; they might have to open her skull.

A major surgery like this would take at least seven or eight hours.

“I’ll be fine.”

Harold guided Lorelei to sit down on one of the waiting room chairs. He looked over at Tanner Bellamy, who was standing nearby, and instructed, “Keep an eye on your sister.”

“Of course.”

Tanner nodded, his expression grave. “Harold, Grandma’s life is in your hands.”

“I know.”

With that, Harold handed his phone to Lorelei. “Hold onto this for me.”

He then followed Felicia into the operating room.

Shortly after, the rest of the Bellamy family finally showed up.

“Did I just see Felicia Bishop?” Lexi Bellamy stearly cared nothing about her grandmother’s life, stirring up trouble on purpose. “I heard ages ago that she had a massive crush on Harold.”

“From the way they were talking, they seem super close. They must stay in touch a lot.”

“Shut up!”

Tanner knew Lexi was just trying to

start drama, and his temper flared. “Do you have any idea what kind of situation were in right now

one

more ridiculous thing and I’ll throw you out myself!”

In this entire family, only Tanner and Lorelei genuinely cared about their grandmother.

Seeing that her brother was legitimately furious, Lexi bit her lip and didn’t dare say another word.

There used to be rumors back in school that Harold had a first love he was deeply devoted to.

She had always suspected it was Felicia.

Looking at it now, it seemed highly likely.

Felicia was back, and Lorelei and Harold were getting a divorce. Didn’t that mean

Lexi never even stood a chance?

Thinking of this, Lexi let out a cold smirk.

Hmph.

As long as it wasn’t Lorelei.

As for Felicia, well, may the best woman win.

At midnight.

The corridor outside the operating room was dead quiet, the wind howling through the stairwell.

Lorelei sat on the freezing plastic chair, feeling as though she were floating, her thoughts a chaotic mess.

She stared down at Harold’s phone in her hands. As if possessed by some unseen force, she typed in a passcode.

It unlocked.

His phone passcode was the exact same as hers.

It was her birthday.

Amidst her shock, Harold’s words

echoed in her mind: *The only girhet

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