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Chapter 437

After Oliver examined Daniel’s medical records and scans, a look of concern crossed his face. Mila
approached him and softly grasped his arm.
Oliver froze. His focus shifted to her hand, then to her gaze, which held a gentleness and sympathy as
if she had a sincere request.
“Uncle Oliver,” Mila addressed him affectionately, then mouthed, “Please give him hope.”
Oliver grasped Mila’s plea. He cleared his throat before he announced, “Dan, the nerves in your legs
are still active. With acupuncture and physiotherapy, you could be standing within a year. Regarding
your eyes, it’s likely due to pressure from a brain hematoma.
“The hematoma’s location is perilous. You’ve likely been told by many doctors about it. The craniotomy
to remove it has less than a one percent survival rate. However, this surgery isn’t overly challenging for
me, and there’s at least a ten percent chance of safely removing the clot.
Sienna’s excitement was palpable. She hurried over and grasped Oliver’s hand, momentarily forgetting
his status as a captor. “Dr. Hoffis, is what you’re saying true? Can he truly regain his sight? And stand
up, too?”
Oliver wasn’t entirely certain himself. He had only promised Mila to instill hope in Daniel. ” Yes, he
absolutely can.”
Tears of joy welled up in Sienna’s eyes as she beamed. She rushed over to Daniel, knelt beside him,
and caressed his hand. “Daniel, did you hear that? This incredibly skilled doctor, the one who was once
close to you, says your eyes and legs can be healed. You mustn’t lose hope!” Daniel furrowed his
brows and kept his eyes shut. In a firm tone, he asked, “Wouldn’t your cash cow be gone if I were to
recover? Why are you so happy?”
Sienna was at a loss for words. After a moment of silence, she sarcastically responded, “You’re right. I
can’t have you recovering. You being blind and crippled is how I keep my job.”
Daniel scoffed and brushed off her hand.
Without warning, a deafening crash reverberated through the living room as the front door was violently
kicked open. All eyes snapped to the entrance where Lucas, wearing a stern expression and flanked by
armed guards, stormed in toward Oliver.
He angrily snatched the medical report from Oliver’s hand and flung it on the ground. With his teeth
tightly clenched, he yelled, “Are you so caught up in your feelings for her that you can’t think straight?
You’re still seeing patients at a time like this?”
Mila was furious when she saw Lucas. She thought of him as a despicable person who almost caused
Nathan’s death. She was determined to get back at him eventually.
Oliver understood he was at fault and couldn’t defend himself.
“Separate them and take turns guarding them,” ordered Lucas.
“We can’t split up. He’s blind and crippled. Besides, he needs someone to look after him,” Sienna
shouted.
Lucas glanced back at Sienna before shifting his gaze to Daniel. His cold stare softened immediately.
Despite his ruthlessness, he couldn’t bring himself to harm the former esteemed narcotics agent.
“You two stay together,” commanded Lucas.
“I want to be with Mila, too!” Phoebe shouted, but Lucas ignored her. Soon after, several armed men
separated them and locked them in different rooms.
After wheeling Daniel into the room, Sienna flopped onto the bed and let out a heavy sigh while gazing
up at the ceiling.
“I’ve been alive for 25 years, and my life hasn’t been good at all. And now, I’m going to die surrounded
by explosives. I just can’t accept it. I’ve never been in love or even had sex. No marriage, no kids–I
haven’t even had the chance to try anything yet,” Sienna lamented as her sadness grew.
She tossed and turned on the bed while clutching the blanket. “I haven’t even tasted king crab. I refuse
to die this way!”