When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 133

The medical team Latham brought back from overseas had their first consultation early that morning.

“Right now, there’s still a real chance Pauline could wake up,” the lead doctor explained. “We’ll start with medication to help her brain recover, then add physical therapy, hyperbaric oxygen, and rehab.”

He continued, “The first three months are critical. If she doesn’t wake up during this window, it gets much harder. These are the golden months.”

“And your support is important too,” another doctor told them. “Talk to her as much as you can. Hearing loved ones can really help. Family connection and conversation are powerful.”

Dorothea nodded over and over, relief flooding her. This was so much better than the hopeless diagnosis they’d received before. Now that she had a direction, she was determined to do everything she could.

“Thank you, Professor. We’re really grateful for everything.”

Pauline was moved from the ICU to a private room in the special care ward. Each day, they were allowed an hour to visit.

Latham came with Dorothea to see her grandmother. Pauline, who used to be so cheerful and full of life, now lay perfectly still in her hospital bed. Dorothea’s heart ached.

“Grandma, it’s me. I came to see you,” she said softly, her eyes shining with tears. She held Pauline’s hand tightly. “You promised you’d be with me for a long time, remember? You can’t just leave me now.”

“My wedding hasn’t even happened yet. I still want you there, standing by my side. When you get better, will you be my witness?”

There was only silence in response.

Latham squeezed her shoulder gently. “There’s no rush. We can postpone the wedding. Grandma will wake up. Three months, that’s all. She’ll wake up.”

Dorothea was surprised. She’d wanted to suggest postponing, but hadn’t known how to bring it up. She hadn’t expected Latham to say it first.

“You really don’t mind waiting?”

Latham smiled. “What if I said no? Would you just leave me?”

He grinned, warmth in his eyes. “Don’t worry. However long it takes, I’ll wait.”

The wedding could wait. She mattered so much more.

When they left the ward, Dorothea followed Latham downstairs, but he suddenly veered off and led her toward the outpatient clinic.

She frowned. “What are you doing?”

Latham took her hand in his. “Did you hurt yourself with that whip?”

Dorothea tried to pull away, feeling embarrassed, but he just held on tighter.

“Don’t hide it. Doctor, could you please take a look at this?”

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