The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 956

He couldn’t just kill Sellers—not yet. Sellers had to stay alive, so he could suffer, slowly and thoroughly.

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The next day, Stella’s surgery was scheduled without delay.

Right before being wheeled into the operating room, something occurred to her.

“By the way, who brought me to the hospital?”

Abby replied, “It was a passerby who happened to be nearby. Luckily, they got you here in time. If you’d lost any more blood, things could’ve turned out much worse.”

Stella nodded. “Did we thank them?”

Abby smiled. “We did. Neville gave them a generous reward to show our gratitude.”

“Please thank Neville for me.”

“I will.”

Just then, someone knocked at the door; Mr. Burton stepped in.

“Stella, there’s no need to worry,” he said reassuringly. “This procedure is low-risk. I’ll do everything I can to heal your hand.”

Stella nodded again. “Thank you, Mr. Burton. It means a lot that you came all this way for me.”

He shook his head. “Even if you were any other patient, I’d do my utmost. That’s my duty.”

After a few more words of comfort, the nurses wheeled Stella away to surgery.

Haynes, Neville, Foreman, and Abby waited anxiously outside.

The operation dragged on for hours, stretching from morning into the evening as dusk settled in.

At last, the operating room lights flicked off, and they all hurried to meet the surgeon.

Mr. Burton emerged, looking exhausted. He hadn’t performed such a long surgery in years; if it hadn’t been for Stella, he wouldn’t have come in person at all.

“The surgery went well,” he announced, pulling off his mask. The deep fatigue on his face was unmistakable. “But as I said before, Stella playing the violin again will be… very difficult.”

When she finally stirred again, daylight was streaming in through the window.

Abby was seated by the bed, engrossed in her phone. She was so absorbed she didn’t even notice Stella waking up.

Stella called out softly, “Abby.”

Startled, Abby snapped out of it and turned to her. “Star, you’re awake!” She quickly put her phone aside, concern etched on her face. “How are you feeling? Any pain? Anything uncomfortable?”

“My throat’s a bit dry,” Stella replied, her voice raspy. “Could you get me some water?”

Abby hurried to pour a glass and gently helped Stella drink.

Once she’d finished, Stella felt much better, her throat no longer so raw.

“What had you so captivated just now?” Stella asked.

For days, Abby had been wracked with guilt and tears, but now, at last, a smile broke through.

“Star, I have good news! Karma really does come around—Leonard finally got what he deserved!”