My Handsome Uncle, Please Be Mine!

Part 59.

One month later.

Mr. Bond took over Joe’s position in the company, with Antoni’s assistance, of course. The middle-aged man incessantly prayed for his only son to wake up.

Mrs. Linn spent more time at home, accompanying Kimmy who constantly cried missing her daddy.

Meanwhile, Alex and Vivian were facing trial for their crimes. Alex was charged with kidnapping, illegal possession of weapons, sexual harassment, and attempted murder. The prosecutor demanded a 12-year prison sentence and a fine of 200 million. After lengthy negotiations, Mrs. Linn and Mr. Bond still decided to send Vivian to prison. After all, the guilty must be punished. Regarding Kimmy, Mrs. Linn believed that what happened to Vivian wouldn’t have too much of an impact on her granddaughter. Hopefully.

The prosecutor charged Vivian with kidnapping a child, and she faced a 5-year prison sentence.

Today, exactly one month after the kidnapping incident, Clara visited Joe’s ward almost every day. She talked to him, told him stories, and even read some books that Joe might like.

Clara sat beside Joe’s bed, the man still not waking up. She was tired of crying; her tears had dried up. Yet, Joe remained unconscious, and God hadn’t answered her prayers.

“Uncle, when will you wake up? Clara misses Uncle Joe’s voice so much! Don’t you want to have a romantic dinner with me, Uncle? We haven’t even celebrated our anniversary yet, Uncle, come on!” Clara said amidst sobs. Her hand reached out, gripping Joe’s fingers, hoping he would wake up soon.

No response. Joe remained silent as ever.

Buzz.

Buzz.

Clara’s phone vibrated. With the back of her hand, Clara wiped her tears. Then, she reached for her phone and moved away.

With her thumb, she slid the green icon to answer the call from her uncle.

“Hello,” Clara greeted.

“Hello, Clara, how are you?” asked her uncle from the other end of the line.

“I’m fine, Uncle,” Clara replied. “And how about you, Uncle?” she asked in return. It had been a week since Freedy Lim and his granddaughter had communicated with each other.

“I’m fine, but I’ll be even better if you come home soon, Clara. As you wished, I’ve enrolled you in a university in London. Mario is there too, your classmate. I hope you come home soon and think about your future!” Freedy Lim expressed. He didn’t want Clara to linger in sadness.

“But Uncle, Joe hasn’t woken up yet!” Clara protested. It was very difficult to leave Joe if he hadn’t woken up from his coma.

“You can’t, Clara. Uncle only wants the best for your future. You can still keep track of Joe’s condition even if you’re in London. You can also come to Jakarta every holiday!” her uncle explained. “Besides, Margaret, your grandma, also wants to see you. Uncle hopes you come home soon because we are your true family, Clara!” he urged.

“But, Uncle!”

“Here’s the thing, Clara. Grandpa knows you love that man very much, but you can’t forget about your future. Before becoming a good wife, you also need to be a dutiful daughter and a person of quality. That’s Grandpa’s advice! Grandpa… Only wants the best for you!” the middle-aged man advised from the other end of the phone.

Silence. Clara couldn’t find words to say; what her uncle said was the truth.

“After you graduate, you’ll be free to determine your life, Clara. For this time only, it’s for your own good. Education is still the number one priority for Grandpa, and I believe your mother would agree with me,” he persuaded again.

Clara fell silent, pondering for a moment.

“When should I come home, Uncle?” Clara asked afterward.

“As soon as possible!” her uncle replied firmly.

“Okay, Clara will come home tomorrow morning!” she responded.

“Grandpa will be waiting, and Zio will arrange for your return tomorrow!” he said.

“Yes.”

The phone call ended.

Clara moved back to Joe’s bedside. She reached for his fingers and kissed them.

“Uncle, wake up, please. Clara wants Uncle Joe to wake up soon!” she whispered while continuously kissing the back of Joe’s hand.

Creak…

The door opened. Tap. Tap. Tap. Footsteps approached. Doctor Gaston stood beside Clara.

“Are you crying again?” the doctor asked the seventeen-year-old girl.

Clara didn’t respond. Her sobs sounded faint.

“Stop crying, Clara. I’m tired of you crying here every day for thirty days! If you’re like this, how will Joe recover? He might get sadder seeing you crying in front of him all the time!” Doctor Gaston exclaimed.

“You’re wrong, doctor. I’m crying because tomorrow I have to leave for Singapore and start thinking about my future!” Clara replied confidently.

“Good to know, Clara. You’ve realized it,” Doctor Gaston said. “Regarding Joe, you don’t have to worry about him. I’ll update you on his condition regularly,” he added.

Clara nodded. “I’ll leave now, doctor. There are some people I need to meet,” Clara bid farewell.

“Okay.”

Clara left the ICU room, while Doctor Gaston remained there with the patient.

In his hand was the result of Joe’s morning examination. Everything was the same as yesterday. There was no movement or response whatsoever.

Doctor Gaston sighed in frustration. Honestly, he never expected Joe to experience something like this. His friend always seemed strong and unbeatable. It was truly saddening to find Joe in a coma state for a month.

He released the paper of Joe’s examination results. He sat in Clara’s previous seat.

“Please wake up. Can’t you see everyone’s sadness because of your current condition, Joe? Your father has to take over your job at the office, your mother has to keep smiling in front of your daughter, and your daughter, she has to endure missing her daddy! Not to mention Clara; she cries every day, and me! I have to deal with the same question every time, when will you wake up! Just like them, I also want you to wake up soon! So when will you wake up?” Doctor Gaston rubbed his face harshly, trying to regain control of himself.

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The doctor, who worked in the medical field, once again observed his friend’s face. Joe Sebastian seemed still. There was no movement or response at all.

“So when will you wake up, huh? If you don’t wake up, just watch! Just watch, I’ll take Clara away from you. So if you still want Clara, I beg you to wake up soon!” Doctor Gaston said before deciding to leave the ICU room.