The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

Chapter 2047

“Hmm.” Rosalynn nodded, too exhausted to say much.

After knowing that Rosalynn had been in contact with Penn, the attending physician noticeably relaxed. He walked out of the room with relaxation.

Rosalynn went back to Wayne’s side, adjusting his comforter. “How’s Ableson doing?” she asked.

Felix replied promptly, “He’s out of surgery, now in the ICU. Whether he’ll pull through, we’ll know in a day or two.” Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Ableson wasn’t Rosalynn’s guy. As for his background, she didn’t know much. “Can we contact his family?”c2

Mike and Felix exchanged a glance, “Ma’am, Ableson is an orphan. President Silverman bought him from a gladiator pit… He has no family.”

Rosalynn was momentarily taken aback. She vaguely remembered Wayne mentioning it once. A bitter feeling rose within her, “Felix, stay here and keep watch for me. I’ll go see him.”

“Ms. Gabriella, you should rest first, Mike urged, his face full of concern.

Rosalynn waved her hand dismissively. Even if she lay down now, she wouldn’t be able to close her eyes.

Reluctantly, Mike escorted Rosalynn to the ICU to see Ableson. When the lead physician learned Rosalynn was there, he came over.

“Thank you,” Rosalynn said gratefully. “He’s like family to my husband and me. I want to give him every chance possible, so please use any special medications or machines that might help. I just want him to live.”

“Don’t worry, we’re following your instructions,” the physician said gently. The patient’s will to live is strong. I believe there’s a good chance for a positive

outcome.”

Rosalynn looked through the glass window. “Yes, he’s always had a strong survival instinct. He’ll pull through.”

The gladiator pits were brutal, but Ableson had survived. Wayne’s side had been dangerous, and Ableson had endured many injuries over the years. This time wouldn’t be any different.

Rosalynn didn’t stay long. She didn’t want the medical staff to feel they couldn’t rest because of her. After thanking them again, she left.

On her way back, she noticed the camellias that had bloomed last year were flourishing again.

“Mike, get me something sweet, please, Rosalynn said, settling into an outdoor chair. The hospital’s dessert station was known for its treats.

Although hesitant, Mike agreed and walked off to the dessert shop a few hundred meters away.

As soon as he left, Baillie’s call came through. Rosalynn answered immediately. Baillie, did you find anything?”

“Uh-huh,” Baillie responded. “That accident was indeed suspicious, but there’s no evidence to directly or indirectly link it to Natalie.”

Rosalynn was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Baillie continued, “However, a few months before the incident, Professor Osmond Lange did meet with Natalie several times. They didn’t seem to part on good terms. After the Langes’ death, Natalie didn’t attend their funeral or publicly send a condolence wreath or anything”

Natalie was a woman of strict propriety. Even if her rivals passed away, she would send a flower basket and a condolence message, sometimes even personally paying her respects.

Unless their relationship was completely broken.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t even withhold a condolence message.