Sumr Spencer didn’t know what she was thinking.
She was like a walking corpse, waiting outside the operating room.
When Hazel Winchester was wheeled into a private ward after her surgery, Sumr was there waiting by her bedside.
She waited until midnight for Hazel to wake up, and only then did Sumr gradually return to normal.
"Mom!" She threw herself by her bedside, crying uncontrollably.
Hazel had just co out of surgery, and her chest felt like it was on fire, as if those tobacco threads had irritated her lungs and hadn’t been thoroughly cleared.
Whenever she tried to speak, she couldn’t help but cough, coughing so much that she couldn’t form words.
Sumr quickly got up to fetch a bottle of warm water, poured a glass, and tried to feed it to Hazel.
Hazel hurriedly shook her head.
Having just had a tube inserted from the surgery, she couldn’t drink water yet.
Seeing Hazel refuse, Sumr set the glass back down and asked tearfully, "Mom, are you feeling any better?"
Hazel panted a few breaths, her throat producing a few raspy sounds, as jarring as sandpaper scraping on shattered glass.
Sumr was terrified, "Mom, what happened to your voice?!"
Among Caron Spencer’s won, Hazel wasn’t the most beautiful, didn’t co from the best family, nor did she have the highest status, but she had a beautiful voice. Even at her age, her coyness sounded natural.
But now, her voice was almost entirely ruined.
Who knows if it would recover.
Sumr suppressed the panic in her heart and tried her best to comfort Hazel, "Mom, you’ve just had surgery, rest for now, and we’ll talk about things tomorrow."
Soon the doctor ca for rounds and added a sedative to Hazel’s IV, helping her to sleep quickly.
Post-surgery patients recover faster with more sleep.
Once Hazel was asleep, Sumr went outside to find the doctor who had just made the rounds, and softly asked him, "Excuse , what is my mom’s condition? She tried to speak but couldn’t utter a single word."
The doctor glanced at her and said, "Wanting to speak already? She should rest more; in about half a year, we can see if she can manage to make any sound."
"What?! No way! Didn’t you finish the surgery?!" Sumr was both shocked and angry, "My mom... the cigar tobacco threads..."
"Yes, they were removed, but those tobacco threads are very fine and harsh, they severely scratched her vocal cords and throat, and her lungs were also greatly affected."
"Additionally, those cigar tobacco threads were soaked in a special solution, which, when consud long-term, can cause severe dependency."
"Ingested entirely into the stomach, part of the substance was absorbed, so... your mom might be dependent on certain substances in the future as well."
"It’s possible to quit, but it will be difficult." The doctor spoke while flipping through the dical records, "Her body will be very weak in the future, and it will be hard to fully recover. Fortunately, your family doesn’t lack money, and she doesn’t need to work, so with proper care, it’s not difficult for her to live to seventy or eighty."
Sumr’s face looked very grim, "So you’re saying, my mom’s voice won’t recover, and her body also won’t recover?"
"Theoretically, yes, but perhaps there might be a miracle." The doctor smiled, "I have other things to attend to, excuse ."
After the doctor left, Sumr returned to the private ward and slept on the small bed ant for accompanying family.
When she woke up, another doctor ca to make rounds.
By this ti, Hazel had also woken up and was even able to sit up.
Once the doctor left, Sumr walked over.
Hazel looked better but compared to yesterday, just slightly better, not recovered to her pre-injury state.
Back then, although Hazel was a bit older, she had maintained herself well, without a wrinkle.
Now, her hair was disheveled, and her crow’s feet were clearly visible at the corners of her eyes.
She gestured to Sumr, mouthing the silent words "cell phone."
Sumr understood and brought over Hazel’s small bag, found her phone, and handed it to her.
The mother and daughter started chatting through text.
Since Hazel couldn’t speak, this was their only way to communicate.
[Sumr]: Mom, what on earth happened? Why would you swallow cigar tobacco threads to commit suicide???
Sumr couldn’t, for the life of her, believe that her mom was soone who would take her own life.
Hazel chuckled bitterly, recalling the scene from the day before, she couldn’t help but shiver.
After so many years with Caron Spencer, she had always heard people say that Caron would stop at nothing for business, but she had never really understood what "stop at nothing" truly ant.
Until yesterday, when she was rendered speechless by Caron Spencer’s questions, and felt so guilty she wanted to crawl into a hole.
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