Chapter 75: What He Can’t Accept
Chase had been back recently?
“Then… have you eaten yet? I can make you something,” Henry tried again.
Wendy said she had already eaten.
In the end, Henry left unwillingly. After closing the door, Wendy looked down at the pair of men’s slippers Chase had left by the entryway. It seemed Henry had noticed. She figured he would soon start acting like a cornered dog.
Henry was a man, and a very arrogant one. He had always thought that no one could replace him in Wendy’s heart. But now, Wendy clearly prioritized her career over love, and she was no longer the college girl who could be coaxed with a few sweet words.
If Henry wanted to be the master of Quinn Group, it wasn’t going to be easy.
Wendy squatted down and put the slippers away. She was curious—just how desperate would Henry get now?
“I’m back,” Wendy said as she unmuted her mic during the video conference. “Henry just stopped by. Said he saw the comments online and was worried about me, so he came to check on me.”
Zynn couldn’t help but laugh. “What, coming to admire his ‘victory’?”
“This guy really doesn’t know how to act reserved,” Sammy shook her head and said to Wendy, “Waylon still hasn’t found the problem. The security team’s statements are completely synchronized. Now he’s starting to suspect that the entire venue staff might be compromised.”
While Chase wasn’t home, Wendy lit a cigarette. White smoke slowly rose up, and the study quickly filled with the scent of tobacco. Chase was a doctor. Normally, he didn’t like the smell of smoke, so Wendy had gotten into the habit of not smoking at home. When she worked late in the office, she would sometimes sneak one or two cigarettes to ease her stress.
Wendy closed her eyes, the image of Henry’s fake concern still in her mind. Urgency, mixed with smugness, as if he was waiting to see her collapse in despair, so he could swoop in like a “savior” and fix everything. The thought disgusted her.
Fenon International’s PR team has a simple plan. They’ll wait for Avery to wake up. A little better, he’ll record a video to post online. No matter how much we explain, it’ll never be as powerful as hearing it from Avery himself,” Zynn said.
Chapter 75: What He Can’t Accept
At the hospital, Avery indeed hadn’t woken up yet. The effects of the anesthesia had worn off, but the pain was unbearable, and even in unconsciousness, Avery’s brows were tightly furrowed.
Doctors from various departments had already checked him. No new bleeding points. His body was slowly healing. Just… he hadn’t regained consciousness yet. Maybe it was because of his personal constitution.
Waylon had been at the hospital for hours. He had just gone outside for a cigarette when he saw Chase finishing his rounds.
“Still not awake?” Waylon asked, frowning.
Chase listened to Avery’s breathing through a stethoscope. Breathing was shallow, but unobstructed.
“Everyone’s body reacts differently to anesthesia,” Chase explained. “Avery is an entertainer. He doesn’t do much physical training, and his cardiopulmonary function is probably weaker than average. Give it more time.”
Other interns finished the rounds and left the room. Waylon made his subordinates leave too, leaving only him and Chase.
“You sure he’ll wake up?” Waylon asked, worried.
Chase shook his head. “There’s no injury to the brain, so there’s no chance of him becoming a vegetable. But… the human body is complex. I can’t guarantee anything. Based on all tests so far, there’s about a seventy percent chance he’ll wake up.”
Seventy percent. For a doctor, seventy percent was already a very high probability. No doctor would ever promise one hundred percent. Even the success rate for a simple appendectomy was only ninety-eight percent, not even ninety-nine.
“Alright. I’ll trust you,” Waylon said, rubbing his forehead in frustration. He walked to the window, cracked it open for some fresh air, and looked back at Avery. “Lemon told me yesterday that Avery is Fenon International’s top idol. He’s got over ten million fans. If he doesn’t wake up, both Quinn Group and Fenon International will be in for hell.”
Chase didn’t understand much about the entertainment industry, but he could see from Wendy’s constant frown that this was very serious.
“The doctors have done everything possible,” Chase said. “Now it’s up to Avery’s will to survive. From the current heart monitor data, everything looks stable.”
The hospital room was filled with the smell of disinfectant. All the machines attached to Avery beeped and clicked steadily, like an eerie symphony.
“You guys should also investigate from other angles,” Chase suggested. “Don’t put all the pressure on Avery. Honestly, the way the accident happened, it all took only a second. Even if Avery wakes…”
Chapter 75: What He Can’t Accept
Actually, the reason Waylon was so obsessed with Avery waking up was because of what Avery’s assistant had said. They had already taken the assistant’s statement. Lemon had personally verified it.
The assistant wasn’t just any staff member. He lived with Avery, took care of all his daily needs.
And at the moment of the accident, Avery hadn’t just fallen. He had shouted first—like he had been pushed. Avery was dancing on stage. He was a singing-dancing artist. There were about fifteen backup dancers behind him. It was chaos when he fell. No one could immediately tell who had pushed him.
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