"Grandma, I can help the nurse measure Randolph's heartbeat. Let the professional nurse do it now since Randolph has to make preparations for an operation later."

Giselle turned to look at Senior Mrs. Jackson and said awkwardly.

"Grandma, I'm your grandson!"

When Carr heard Giselle's words, he glanced sideways at Giselle, who was standing on his left, saying.

His brief words had clear meanings.

Hearing this, Senior Mrs. Jackson sensed the werid atmosphere between Carr and Giselle. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Okay, call the nurse please."

Intuition told her that something must have happened between the two.

Soon, the nurses finished checking them for the operation and pushed them towards the operating room.

At the door, Giselle was still worried so she comforted Randolph again. "Randolph, good boy, it'll finish soon. I'm waiting for you outside."

Randolph nodded. "Mommy, promise me that when I come out, you will always be by my side."

"I hope that the moment I wake up I could see you and my great-grandmother!"

When Giselle and Senior Mrs. Jackson heard this, they quickly nodded and agreed.

When he was about to be pushed into the surgery room, Giselle still walked to Carr's bed and say awkwardly, "Well, it will be fine."

Carr's cold eyes darkened due to her words. >

>

"Remember, when I come out, you need to fulfill the contract!"

Carr said coldly in a voice that only the two could hear.

Giselle was bemused and her whole body stiffened again. It was not until the two of them were pushed into the operating room that she came to her senses.

He was really a demon!

In the operating room, the nurse told them that they were going to be anesthetized soon. At this time, Carr turned to look at Randolph beside him and frowned. "Are you afraid?"

"Not at all!" Randolph frowned and said stubbornly.

No matter how sensible Randolph was, he was just a three-year-old child.

Facing such a big complex operation, he was indeed afraid.

Carr didn't know how to comfort the little guy, but he softened his voice. "Don't you have something to ask me? After the operation, I will answer all your questions."

"Answer every question?" Randolph turned to look at him, his eyes lighting up.

"No."

Carr replied in a calm tone, but not cold.

Randolph frowned and thought inside, >

But he indeed felt the fear and uneasiness had been eased a little.

>

Randolph couldn't help but look at Carr, his father.

Although the man still showed no expression, Randolph felt a little relaxed. >

[...]

After all, Randolph was a child, so he didn't wake up until the third day after the operation.

Randolph, who had not eaten for three days and two nights, was ashen-faced and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

He looked heartbreaking with dry and slightly cracked lips.

With the same ink hair as his father, he looked haggard and pale.

>

The pain at the edge of his surgical incision almost made him burst into tears.

He endured the pain and gently raised his hand. When waking up, he found the room extremely quiet.

He shook his hand so hard that his wound ripped. He was helpless to moan, "Ah, it is so hurt."

He should have felt more comfortable with an oxygen mask to help him breathe, but he seemed troubled in the nose now.

He couldn't bear it and wanted to take it off.

He didn't dare to move any part of his body. He didn't want to feel hurt because of his carelessness.

Randolph slowly opened his eyes and found no one was around him.

He frowned with a look of disappointment on his pale face. His mommy said before that she would wait until he woke up.

"Mommy..."

Seeing no one answered, he knitted his brow.

At this moment, the ward's door suddenly opened quietly, and Randolph stared with a surprised but happy face.

"Randolph, my baby. You are awake! You are almost freaking me out before!"

Giselle quickly put the teapot in her hand on the table and walked quickly towards the hospital bed, holding Randolph's small hand carefully.

Hearing what she said, Randolph, a sensible and sweet gentleman, forced a smile and said, "Mommy, hurt."

"Randolph, I don't want you to move. I will go to the doctor now. Wait for mommy." After Giselle finished speaking, she rushed out.

She didn't expect the doctor to come as soon as she opened the door.

As the doctor arrived, he began to do inspections on Randolph.

Giselle crossed her fingers, clenched her fists, and prayed worriedly not to let anything happen to her little boy.

>

The doctor turned his serious face soft gradually after he examined Randolph.

The operation three days ago was a success, but Randolph didn't wake up within 24 hours of the anesthetic. They felt panic about this.

All the indicators remained normal these two days.

So they couldn't figure out the reason why Randolph didn't wake up at that time.

It made them feel worried and nervous these two days.

After all, Mr. Jackson's warning made everyone shake.

"I'll let every one of you die with him if my son doesn't wake up!"

These words from two days ago were still echoing in their heart.

Rumor has it that Mr. Jackson was mysterious and did not care about his wife and son. How could he be so worried about this?

But no matter what reasons, they had no way to know about it.

Giselle felt nervous to see the doctor's softened face.

There were four doctors around the bed to examine Randolph, but no one spoke something.

Her heart was in her mouth.

Finally, she asked in a trembling voice, "Doctor, how is Randolph?"

Hearing this, the doctors suddenly came to their senses, and a look of embarrassment flashed across their faces.

One of the doctors coughed lightly and said quickly, "Mrs. Jackson, I just finished the examination. Junior Mr. Jackson is doing well."

After that, he turned to ask Randolph with a gentle smile, "Junior Mr. Jackson, what seems to be the trouble?"