Chapter 203 Stomach Perforation

Meryl had too much to drink last night and didn’t go to Anne’s to keep her company. She suddenly wondered if Anne was okay by herself.

During her lunch break, figuring Anne should be awake by then, Meryl gave her a call.

“Anne? Are you alright? Are you at home?”

Anne rubbed her head, sounding a bit irritated. “I’m at the hospital.”

Meryl’s face changed at her words.

“What happened? Are you not feeling well? I’ll come over right now.”

Meryl pressed the elevator button and rushed downstairs to the lobby, hailing a taxi.

“It’s not me, it’s Dante. He’s hospitalized.”

Meryl’s expression was indescribable. “You guys…”

On the way to the hospital, Meryl got the whole story.

That night, Dante drank fifteen bottles of alcohol. After Walter sent him home, he collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. This sleep almost took his life.

Dante woke up in the middle of the night feeling terrible and called Anne.

Anne didn’t answer, so he used his last bit of strength to call for an ambulance.

Stomach perforation. The doctor said it was pretty severe, and if he had waited any longer, he might not have made it. He needed a family member to stay with him.

Dante’s parents were on a trip abroad and rarely in the country. His only family was Anne.

But Anne didn’t answer his calls. In the end, the doctor helped to contact her.

When Meryl arrived at the hospital, Anne had already been there with Dante for the entire morning.

However, Dante had been sleeping most of the time and had only woken up a few minutes ago.

Worried that Anne might be tired, Meryl’s gaze fell on her abdomen. “Are you alright?”

Anne nodded slightly. “I’m okay.”

Dante had undergone emergency surgery the night before and was now lying in bed, looking very weak.

As soon as he saw Anne, his eyes reddened. “Anne…”

Anne looked at him with a complex expression.

She had only learned from the doctor that Dante had downed fifteen bottles of alcohol in one go.

“Don’t drink so much next time,” she said.

Seeing the cold sweat on Dante’s forehead, she took out a tissue and gently wiped it for him.

“You were lucky this time. The doctor said if it happens again, you might not wake up.”

Dante grabbed Anne’s hand. “Does this mean you care about me? Anne, you still have feelings for me, don’t you?”

Anne didn’t say anything, just looked at him calmly.

Although weak from just waking up, Dante was emotionally agitated. “Let’s not get a divorce, okay? Anne, please give me another chance.”

“But I’ve given you too many chances already.” Anne’s voice was so soft, it seemed like the wind could blow it away.

“This is different, this time is different!” Dante held onto her hand tightly, unwilling to let go. “Lola and I are done for good. There’s nothing between us anymore! As long as you’re willing, there will be no more obstacles between us!”

As they were talking, Yancey knocked gently on the door.

Upon seeing him, Dante’s expression froze. “Why did you bring him here? Anne, what are you doing?”

Yancey was holding a brand new lumbar pillow, which he placed behind Anne, ensuring she was sitting comfortably.

Seeing Dante’s obvious displeasure, Yancey lowered his head and said softly, “I’ll go get some fruit.”

Anne replied, “No need. He can’t eat fruit right now. Just stay here with me.”

Dante was speechless.

His eyes instantly turned red. “Anne? Are you doing this on purpose to anger me? In my current state, you bring him here… are you trying to shorten my lifespan? Do you want to kill me with rage?”

Yancey lowered his head even further and said to Anne, “Anne, maybe I should leave.”

“No! I said stay here!” Anne grabbed Yancey’s hand.