After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 894

Chapter 894

Upon hearing that Giancarlo had woken up, Jasmine hurriedly carried breakfast into the room. "Giancarlo, are you hungry? I bought some pan-fried buns and porridge with side dishes that you like." Giancarlo shook his head at her and coughed twice. "I'll freshen up first."

It was basic courtesy and respect to wash up before speaking to someone else, especially a younger person like Clare.

As soon as he got out of bed and put on his slippers, Jasmine came over to help him into the bathroom.

Clare looked around the hospital room. It was an ordinary one without any luxurious options for high-end wards. They simply chose a quiet single room with all necessary furniture for daily needs. Although Auntie and Uncle were born into their noble Hipps family background, they always maintained traditional values of frugality throughout their lives. This was something Clare admired most about them. Thinking about Giancarlo's illness made him feel a little sad.

Sylvia told him everything when she called earlier. His chest felt tight with pain as he sat down on the nearby sofa in silence waiting for news.

Just then, his phone rang.

It was Queena calling,"Clare have you seen your auntie and uncle yet? How are they?"

Clare still felt emotional, "Mom, Uncle is very sick."

Queena's fingers trembled as she almost dropped her phone, "What did you say?"

At that moment, Giancarlo appeared looking alert after being helped by Jasmine.

Clare quickly said to Queena, "Mom, let's talk more tonight..."

He hung up the phone then looked at both elderly people respectfully before asking in a hoarse voice, "Auntie, why haven't you come home all this time?"

Jasmine glanced at him leisurely before answering after some time passed, "I'm ashamed to go back home because I've let down Hipps family. Clare, you've changed so much over these years. You're even more handsome now, and mature. I heard recently... Hipps family suffered from disaster..." She couldn't help but feel heartbroken when mentioning this incident.

If it weren't for not wanting to lose face in front of her nephew, she might have cried right there. But she held back.

She maintained her unique elegance and dignity, giving Clare a deep look, "You should go back. Your uncle will undergo surgery soon. Dr. Sylvia is leading surgeon, I believe she can succeed. Don't worry your parents or make them anxious. We're doing well."

"Is being chased and threatened by someone considered living well? Is it considered living well when thugs are constantly harassing you? Why not seek help from the Hipps family?"

Clare's handsome face was filled with excitement and complexity, his tone urgent as if he was choking. He took a deep breath before continuing, "Auntie, Uncle, we're family. What happened in the past wasn't your fault... Please don't do this to me."

He looked at Jasmine with hot eyes. "Besides, Auntie, I'm about to get engaged. Don't you want to see who I'm going to marry?"

As expected, Jasmine's expression changed drastically upon hearing his words. Her eyes widened in shock as she asked incredulously," Clare... You're getting married?"

She closed her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Madeleine and Clare were like her own children whom she loved dearly.

If it weren't for her taking Madeleine out that day for a walk, they wouldn't have lost their child.

"Auntie, I sincerely invite you and Uncle to attend my engagement ceremony," Clare nodded heavily while holding onto Jasmine's hand.

"Your uncle probably won't be able to make it since he just had surgery and needs time to recover," Jasmine felt the long-lost warmth of familial love towards Clare which made her nod finally. "I'll definitely go though so that I can meet your destined bride."

"Great! Great!"

Clare didn't leave the hospital but stayed overnight here instead so that Jasmine could rest properly at the hotel after such an exhausting day.

He could tell that she was already very tired.

Early in the morning Sylvia arrived at the hospital wearing a white coat with white sneakers on her feet which were probably more comfortable for standing during surgery preparations than other shoes would be.

"Today is surgery day; my colleagues and I will prepare everything beforehand. Mr. Morales doesn't need to worry too much; there will be anesthesia during operation so all he has to do is sleep through it then wake up okay."

Seeing Sylvia come in Clare quickly gave up his seat beside Giancarlo's bed.

"Miss Andrews is really going ahead with surgery today?"

Sylvia nodded slightly "Yes half an hour later we'll begin or else we'll have no choice but postpone until afternoon."

She reminded Giancarlo once again before leaving him alone. "I believe Miss Andrews' medical skills are top-notch." Sylvia's delicate features exuded faint confidence. "I believe Mr. Morales will overcome this difficult time."

After finishing speaking, she walked out of the ward. Clare pursed his lips and followed her.

"Miss Andrews," he called out.

Sylvia stopped and turned around. "What's up?"

"Thank you for helping me replace my aunt and uncle," Clare said. "I really appreciate it."

"I have a lot of respect for your two elderly gentlemen, and I also admire the spirit and backbone of the Hipps family all these years. So, no need to be polite," Sylvia replied with a pat on his shoulder before leaving.

There were still many things to prepare for the surgery.

Soon...

A nurse came over to push Giancarlo into the operating room.

With a bang, the shadowless lamp on the operating table was turned on.

Giancarlo lay quietly on the operating table with his eyes closed slightly.

He heard a gentle voice from a nurse next to him saying, "Don't be nervous. Before surgery, I will shave your hair off first. It won't hurt at all."

Giancarlo lay there quietly thinking in his mind. Am I going bald?

There was a hint of smile at the corner of his mouth as this was an unexpected experience for him - being passively made bald one day!

He could hear clearly as each strand of hair fell down while being shaved by another nurse beside him too.

Soon after that, an oxygen mask was placed in front of his nose. "Sir, please breathe in oxygen gas first. Inhale... exhale... is it smooth? Comfortable?"

"It's okay." Giancarlo opened his mouth slightly to reply back

"Good! Now let me help you insert needles into your veins; anesthesia will also be injected directly into them." The nurse continued explaining while another one came over holding onto Giancarlo's wrist readying herself to insert needles into them

He looked up at hanging IV bag above him; transparent liquid dripping down drop by drop...

After awhile later when everything had been set up properly,

The anesthesiologist walked over with an injection tube filled with anesthesia medicine. "I'll inject it directly through your veins so don't worry; you'll fall asleep soon enough."

The soft tube connected from IV bag had already been opened beforehand so once she finished speaking she immediately injected it without any delay or hesitation

Before Giancarlo could react or even say anything else he felt everything go blurry before losing consciousness completely...

Meanwhile outside in front of operation room,

Jasmine and Clare had been waiting silently outside staring intently at its door...

At that moment, the elevator doors opened and an elderly couple stepped out, along with some relatives from the Hipps family.

"Tan!"

Old Mr. Hipps' voice rang out.

Upon hearing his voice, Jasmine's expression changed slightly as she looked in their direction. Her pupils suddenly contracted.

In disbelief, she stood up and walked towards them. "Big brother, sister-in-law, why are you here?"

"Moli has had such a big thing happen to her and is so sick. Why didn't you tell us?" Queena scolded as she grabbed Jasmine's hand. "We're family; what kind of hurdle can't we overcome together?"

Niamh and Niamh also followed behind them.

They didn't want to come originally but wanted to show off in front of Old Mr. Hipps and Queena when they heard they were coming to Aettosa.

Last time the two sisters were kicked out of the Hipps manor; they felt aggrieved about it. So this time around they had to solidify their position in the Hipps family no matter what.

"What kind of specialist did you hire? Is he reliable or not?"

"Yes ah! It must be an internationally renowned expert."

The two sisters looked very concerned.

After hearing this, Jasmine said. "Miss Andrews was hired; Clare knows her well. She is a master surgeon here."

Miss Andrews... upon hearing these familiar words,

the two sisters were suddenly shocked - could it be that hateful woman?

Clare continued. "Mom and Dad, it's Miss Sylvia - she's great! The surgery will definitely be successful."

Niamh's mouth twitched. "She is so young - how can she be great? Don't doctors become more famous with age?"

Niamh also said. "Yes ah! Don't doctors become more skilled as they get older? Can we trust her if we hire her?"

Old Mr. Hipps felt his ears hurt from all their chatter. "Shut up! You're not allowed to question Miss Andrews - what do you know!"

Looking at these two sisters who lacked manners compared to Sylvia,

Jasmine frowned slightly. She had originally wanted to ask which child belonged which room but now found herself feeling nauseous instead.

Compared with Sylvia, they really lacked education and even less like proper ladies.

Meanwhile inside the operating room,

the nurse urgently exclaimed.

"Mr. Morales' blood pressure is too low!"

"There has been too much blood loss!"

"Transfuse blood!" Sylvia immediately gave orders.

"All the blood taken before surgery has already been transfused."

Sylvia held onto her surgical knife without changing expression.

"Go back again for more blood from storage."

The young nurse rushed out of the room, pushing open the doors to face a group of Hipps family members who had gathered around her. Before they could even speak, she hurriedly said, "Don't stop me! I need to go get blood for the patient. It's an emergency."

With that, she ran off.

As soon as they heard her voice, the Hipps family members' hearts leapt into their throats.