Chapter 148 Surgery

Mia refused to let any negative thoughts creep into her mind, holding onto the glimmer of hope in her heart. She instantly got up and walked over to the doctor. "How is my husband, Doctor?" she asked, her voice laced with worry. The doctor hesitated before replying, "Don't worry. Keep faith; he'll be alright." "Wh...what do you mean?" her voice trembled with fear. "Calm down, Ms. Montecarlo," the doctor coaxed gently. "It's Mrs. Valentino to you, Doctor," she corrected him proudly, choosing her husband's surname over her maiden name. She belonged to him, and he belonged to her. They were still married, and no power could separate them now. "Now tell me..." she demanded, staring intimidatingly. "How is my husband? Where is he? I need to see him!" Mia insisted, her voice growing furious as she tried to make her way to the operating room. "Mrs. Valentino, please calm down. You can't see him right now," the doctor urged, attempting to stop her, but she stubbornly ignored him. "I have to see him!" she kept repeating. "Mia! Mia!" Alexander called as he gently intervened, pulling his sister into his firm embrace, careful not to hurt her fractured hand in her frantic state. "No! Leave me. I have to see him," she yelled furiously at her brother, hitting him with her uninjured hand. But Alexander remained steadfast, enduring her blows until Mia grew tired of struggling, her shoulders slumping helplessly as her breathing turned heavy and labored. "Mia, trust me. Everything will be alright. Let me talk to the doctor, okay?" he pleaded gently. "He is fine, right?!" she asked, her voice filled with desperate hope. Alexander's gaze shifted to the doctor, searching for any hint of reassurance, but the doctor's expression remained cold. Sighing, Alexander said, "He'll be fine, Mia. Let me talk to the doctor and check on Alessandro's recovery. Please, calm down and don't panic, okay?" He comforted his frightened sister. "Mia, you should go home," Alexander said, slowly releasing her when he was sure she wouldn't try to run toward the operating room. "No, I won't leave until I see my husband," she stubbornly shook her head. "Mia, it'll take time for him to regain consciousness after the surgery," Alexander reasoned gently. "And if you fall sick, who will he see when he wakes up?" he challenged tenderly. "So get some rest and take your medicine. Go home with Mother. Gia and Maximo are worried too; one of their parents should be with them," he added, playing the emotional card, knowing how much she loved her children. Sighing reluctantly, Mia nodded. "Okay, but inform me as soon as Alessandro wakes up." Alexander swallowed with hesitation, not entirely sure of Alessandro's condition; he was just trying to comfort his sister. He smiled softly and nodded, hoping it would be true—it had to be, for his sister's sake. Alexander looked at his mother and nodded. Camille shared a knowing glance with her son before wrapping her arm around Mia's shoulders, guiding her to the elevator that would take them to the lobby, from where they would head to the exit and then to the parking lot. Bodyguards followed them closely, ensuring that the woman Alessandro loved so deeply would be safe and secure. Alexander didn’t object this time. "Yes, Doctor. Tell me now, how is Alessandro?" Alexander asked, turning his attention to the doctor after seeing Mia board the elevator with Camille. "Lord Alexander, please come to my office," the doctor instructed. "I'll come too," Matteo quickly interrupted, drawing Alexander's frowning gaze toward him. The Duke stared at the lawyer for a moment before nodding in agreement. Both quietly followed the doctor to his office and entered after him. "Please take a seat," the doctor offered before taking his own and opening a file. Alexander and Matteo waited in tense silence until the doctor finally turned the file toward Alexander. The Duke's eyes darted over the medical terms and conditions listed. "Mr. Valentino's condition is very critical. Though we managed to stop the bleeding and the surgery was successful, his brain is not responding properly," the doctor began to explain. "What do you mean, Doctor?" Matteo asked anxiously. The doctor shifted his gaze to the lawyer, taking a deep breath before replying. "Mr. Vinci, it means if Mr. Valentino doesn't wake up within twenty-four hours, the chances are he will slip into a coma." At the doctor's announcement, both the Duke and the lawyer's faces turned pale, rendered speechless by the shock.