"City Hospital", "Operating Room" doorway.
Lannie Ward's features were so worn that she was barely recognizable; even after resting for a few hours in the afternoon, her swollen, red eyes were still filled with bloodshot veins, and her whole demeanor was one of pessimism and despair.
Old Madam Irene Clarins, was also shaken, trembling like a fallen yellow leaf in the wind, muttering incessantly, "What to do? If Connor were to become comatose again, our Osborne Family would be finished..."
"Grandmother, Mum," Emma Osborne, who only received the news at night, tried to comfort them in a guilty whisper, "Connor is very strong, he will definitely pull through. And even if he doesn't, the Osborne Family still has a successor, doesn't it?"
A successor? Almost simultaneously, Irene Clarins and Lannie Ward paused, then their gazes once again fell on Emma Osborne's stomach.
They then remembered, Emma Osborne was pregnant, and moreover, pregnant with Connor Osborne's child.
