Love You Like I Used To Forget It (Millie Bridge) novel Chapter 548

The next morning, William and I arrived early at the hospital.

The Ashfords owned several high-end private hospitals, equipped with the most advanced medical technology.

But no matter how impressive the equipment or how reputable the specialists William brought in, the outcome of the consultations remained the same.

The first bullet that hit Irvin hadn't damaged any vital organs, but it had ruptured an artery, leading to severe blood loss.

The second bullet, however, had struck a critical area. It was already a miracle that he was still alive, let alone that he might ever wake up.

The medical team Timothy had abducted had indeed been the best specialists. The emergency care they gave Irvin back then was truly the best he could have received.

If a less capable team had treated him, he wouldn't have survived this long, just like the doctors said.

In the end, the most reputable professor among the team repeated the same conclusion as the others. We could only pray for a miracle or for Irvin to have an incredibly strong will to live.

"Based on his brainwave activity, he still seems to have some response to external stimuli," the professor said. "In this case, it's best for family members or people close to him to talk to him frequently. It might help him regain consciousness."

Since William and I had already consulted the best specialists, this result wasn't entirely unacceptable to us. We were just trying to see if we could have a little more hope by consulting more experts.

After the medical team left, both of us turned to look at Irvin, who was lying on the hospital bed.

Seeing how he was covered in tubes, completely unrecognizable from his former self, our hearts felt heavy, especially mine.

Just like now, if he were truly a jerk—lying here because of his karma—I wouldn't be in this much pain and desperate to wake him up. I'd be celebrating instead and even threw a party.

But he had done so much for me. And now, he was lying here like this because of me.

I must've owed him some huge debt in a past life. Maybe this was how I was meant to pay it back.

After staring at Irvin for a while, William finally turned to me.

"What Irvin cared about the most was your relationship with me," he said gently. "He probably thought the babies you're carrying are mine. That's why he gave up, why he wished us well. Maybe if you told him the truth, it might wake him up."

Hearing that he was thinking the same thing I was, I stared at him and said, "I was just thinking the same thing."