Chapter 903 The Final End of Their Road
Emelie froze and immediately lowered her head. The moment she spotted William, who had suddenly appeared, her eyes widened in surprise.
William quickly stepped forward and caught the jacket that she had dropped. With a light chuckle, he asked, “Why are you tossing your clothes around like a kid?”
A familiar crisp, wintry scent filled Emelie’s nose.
She came back to her senses.
drove away the heat of the day and made her feel comfortable.
She was surprised and delighted. “When did you return to Cedonia?”
“Just now.”
In fact, William had boarded a plane two days ago, planning to attend the trial. However, the flight had to make an emergency landing in another country due to heavy rain, and it didn’t take off again until the next day. That was why he missed it.
William held a bouquet in his arms. They were Emelie’s favorite hydrangeas.
“Congratulations on getting what you wished for.”
Emelie blinked. Her emotions suddenly lightened.
She took the oversized bouquet in her arms and hugged it tightly.
Her once chaotic and cluttered thoughts began to clear up and organize themselves.
Closing the case was a good thing.
All these years, she had never truly relaxed or felt joy. Now that everything was over, her mind was empty, ready to make room for something else.
Yes, something else.
Emelie lowered her head and sniffed the flowers. However, hydrangeas didn’t have much of a scent. What she liked about them was their grand and colorful appearance.
Still, she couldn’t help teasing him, “This is such a big deal, and you just brought flowers?”
William smiled and leaned down to kiss her forehead. Emelie instinctively closed her eyes, but instead of kissing her lips, he whispered, “And this.”
He held out a folded A4 paper.
Emelie took it casually. She did not expect much and opened it. The next thing she knew, she was caught off guard by the string of Faldorian words that struck her heart.
Her command of Faldorian was now good enough for communication, reading, and writing. Thus, she quickly recognized that it was a medical report.
There, the patient’s name was William Middleton.
Emelie’s heartbeat quickened as she looked up at him.
William simply raised an eyebrow and smiled, signaling her to keep reading.
She skimmed through the rest. The report was very detailed, covering the name of the surgery, preoperative diagnosis, indications, procedure, pathology report, and postoperative recovery.
Emelie carefully read every word of the recovery section.
“The patient’s postoperative recovery is going well, with no significant complications. His vital signs are stable and respiratory function is normal. No issues such as pneumothorax or bleeding have occurred, which are common after this type of surgery. The patient has begun respiratory rehabilitation and is gradually resuming daily activities.”
The report mentioned that his recovery was going well.
Emelie stopped breathing for a moment.
She swallowed hard, and her eyes brimmed with tears. She exhaled slowly while fighting the impulse to cry. After a while, she finally managed to speak.
“When did you have the surgery?”
William wiped away her tears and gently pinched her soft cheek. “It’s written on the report, Angel. Four months ago, after you left Mercianna following the New Year.”
Upon hearing this, Emelie couldn’t help but hit him in the chest. He had deliberately kept the surgery a secret.
William had settled in Mercianna after marrying her last May to focus on his treatment.
Managing Cloudex Corporation from abroad became difficult, and since he had already transferred his shares to Emelie before the wedding, he decided to hand over the CEO position to her as well in September.
Now, Emelie was the CEO of Cloudex Corporation and a director of Filo Group. Her daily work was hectic, especially after the New Year when she had two cases to follow up on.
As a result, she had yet to have time to visit Mercianna in the past few months.
She had planned to, but William always told her she was too tired and that the 20-hour round trip would be better spent resting.
It made sense to her, so she didn’t go. Instead, they kept in touch through video calls, and after checking with those around him that his health was fine, she didn’t worry anymore.
But it turned out that he had undergone such a significant surgery behind her back.
“You…” Emelie felt both angry and happy. How could she not be happy when the surgery was a success?
William pulled her into a hug, along with the flowers. It was hard to tell if the fragrance came from him or her, but it made the hydrangeas seem even more fragrant.
“I didn’t want you to worry or to distract you,” he explained. He had asked everyone to keep it a secret from her.
Emelie gripped his shirt. “Did it ever cross your mind that if something went wrong with the surgery and you didn’t tell me…”
William said in all seriousness, “It wasn’t going to fail. After all, I promised you that I would survive.”
Emelie bit his arm through his shirt. She had to let out her frustrations somehow.
William gently rubbed her back, acting like everything was under control.
What he didn’t tell her was that, after scheduling the surgery, he had spent half a month writing letters. Letters for her.
He had written 60 of them. Each one was different and every inch of the papers were filled with words.
His plan was that if he didn’t manage to make it off the operating table, she would have those letters to open, one for every year until she was in her 80s.
He was selfish like that. He wanted her to remember him for her entire life.
Of course, after the surgery was successful, he had sealed the letters in a box and buried them under a tree at the Denning Residence as if they had never existed.
After a long while, Emelie said, “I have a gift for you too.”
William raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
Emelie pushed away from his embrace, grabbed his hand, and, with a mischievous smile, placed it on her belly.
William’s smile froze.
He felt a small, soft bump on her tummy. It was a warm and tender feeling.
At first, he was confused. Then, stunned, he looked at her.
Emelie spoke slowly, “Four months.”
It happened right after the New Year.
One of the reasons she had so easily agreed not to visit Mercianna was because she’d discovered she was pregnant. She thought that work was exhausting enough and that the additional travel wouldn’t be good for the baby, so she
had stayed put.
She hadn’t told anyone, not wanting people to make a fuss and disrupt her routine. Only her secretary, Mona, and Ashley, who had figured it out on her own, knew.