CHAPTER 164 PSYCHIATRIST

"Yes, after what she's been through and the fact that her baby is gone, she can't take it psychologically no matter how strong she is. What if she takes things too hard?" Shane looked at the door of the hospital room, his eyes filled with worry.

Even though Henry was slightly aggravated by

Shane's gaze, he had to admit that Shane was right. 1

"I know. I'll make the arrangements, you don't have to worry." Henry snapped coldly, i

Shane quipped, "If you treated your wife a little nicer, I wouldn't have to constantly remind you about these kinds of things."

Henry clenched his fists, "Have you said enough? You sure care a lot for her."

"Yeah, I care about her because I pity her for meeting a man like you. It's no wonder why she said she's come t o her senses this time." With that, Shane turned to walk away.

Henry called out to him, "Hey, stop!"

Shane stopped. "What's wrong?"

"What do you mean by she's come to her senses? What exactly did both of you discuss in the hospital room?" Henry glared at him.

Shane pushed up his spectacles and smiled, "We did exchange some words. But I promised her that I'd keep her secret, so I can't tell you. If you want to know, you can ask her yourself." 1

He shrugged his shoulders and walked away after saying that.

Henry watched Shane's back with a somber expression, the temperature around him falling a few degrees colder.

Henry was concerned about Shane's earlier comments about Yvonne coming to her senses. He couldn't help feeling that something was going to happen.

Was he overthinking it?

"Mr. Lancaster." Joe walked over from the distance carrying a lunch box.

Henry gathered his thoughts, "Why are you here?"

"I've brought you lunch." Joe tried to hand over the lunch box.

Henry took a glance at it, "No, I don't have any appetite."

"No, sir, you haven't eaten for almost a day. It isn't good for your body. You better eat some," Joe advised.

Henry shook his head. "No, you can eat by yourself."

He was so stubborn about it that Joe couldn't persuade him. Eventually, Joe could only sigh and put the lunch box down.

Joe saw Henry looking at the door to Yvonne's ward and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Lancaster, are you worried about your wife?"

Henry's eyes were lowered. He didn't answer.

Joe stroked his own nose awkwardly and did not push the question further. He changed the subject, "M r. Lancaster, you have an overseas video conference meeting tonight. What time do you plan to go back?"

"Postpone it. I'm not going back," Henry instructed dryly.

Joe wasn't surprised by his response. After all, Mr. Lancaster really wasn’t in the mood for any meetings right now.

"I know. I'll inform them," Joe replied.

Henry acknowledged it cursorily. "Also, go arrange for a psychiatrist and call Sue back."

He would feel more assured if Sue was taking care of Yvonne.

"Okay." Joe nodded. "Mr. Lancaster, is there anything else?"

"No, just do what you're told." Henry waved his hand.

Joe left the hospital immediately and carried out Henry's instructions.

Once again, Henry was left alone in the hospital corridor.

He sat in a cold chair staring at Yvonne's hospital ward with unmoving eyes. A long time passed as he continued staring.

When Shane came back, he couldn't help feeling a bit bewildered when he noticed that Henry had not left and was just sitting there.

However, Shane ignored Henry and just opened the door to Yvonne's hospital ward. He walked in and examined her once more.

When Shane finished the examination, Henry finally made his move.

"How is she doing?" Henry stopped Shane and asked.

Shane rolled his eyes, "What else? It's just like before. But why haven't you left? Have you been sitting here this whole time?"

Henry pursed his thin lips in acquiescence.

Shane raised his brow, bemused. "You've really been sitting here all day? Since when have you been so patient?"

"I don't know," Henry replied indifferently.

He didn't know it himself. How could he have the patience to stay here for almost a full day?

He initially intended to leave and come back at night.

But each time he decided to leave, the scene of Yvonne being pushed out of the operating room would pop into his head. Then, he was unable to walk away.

He wanted to stay longer and just look at her again.

Shane was good at reading people and naturally he understood what was going on in Henry's mind. A glint reflected off his spectacles as he spoke, "You stayed behind because you wanted to see her?"

"Yes." Henry nodded slightly.

Shane pressed his lips, "If you don't see her, you're not planning to leave, right?"

Henry frowned, he wanted to say no, but ultimately, he didn't say a word.

"Fine, just go in. Anyway, she's asleep now and won't react violently. But, don't you want to deal with your forehead first?" Shane asked while he looked at the wound on Henry's forehead.

He wanted to bring that up previously and he knew how Henry got that wound.

However, he felt that Henry needed to be taught a lesson after how that man treated Yvonne so unfairly for Lynette's sake. But it had been hours and it would leave a scar if he didn't deal with the wound. 7

Henry, however, refused, "No, it's not necessary."

He walked past Shane and entered the hospital ward.

Shane shrugged his shoulders.

Well, if Henry found it unnecessary, he wasn't going to insist. He was just asking casually anyway.

When Henry entered the hospital ward, he intentionally walked as quietly as he could as he did not want to wake the woman in the bed.

Unfortunately, the woman still woke up. Just when he sat beside her bed, she suddenly opened her eyes," What are you doing here?"

She looked at Henry indifferently and her tone was detached.

It was the first time Henry had seen her look at him in such a way. For a moment, his heart felt inexplicably uncomfortable, it was as if something important to him had suddenly disappeared.

However, he didn't have the words to describe what it was.

"I came in to see you," Henry said softly as he looked down at her.

Yvonne scoffed, "Did you come in to check if I was dead?"

Henry's brows furrowed. "Why do you say that?"

"Did I say something wrong?" Yvonne bit her lower lip, "You knew I was pregnant and that my body isn't well. Yet, you forcibly took my bone marrow and aborted m y baby. I'm fortunate because I am lucky to be alive now. If it was anyone else, they would probably have died then."

When Henry heard her words, his expression changed slightly, but he too had to admit that she was right.

"I'm sorry. I will find people to nurse you back to health."

"My body can't be fixed." Yvonne closed her eyes and looked exhausted, "I've had my bone marrow drawn two times in a row. I lost my child, and I'm still childless. My body has already been adversely affected. That's that." Content is © by .

"No, I won't let anything happen to you." Henry took her hand and spoke earnestly.

Yvonne pulled her hand back, "If you had said that to me before all this happened, I would have been happy for days. But I find it absolutely ridiculous right now. Look at me now, is this what you mean by not letting anything happen to me?"

Henry was tongue-tied.

Yvonne turned her head away, "Go away and don't come back. I really don’t want to see you. Seeing you reminds me of the child I've lost."

"I'm sorry about the baby, but we can have another baby in the future," Henry said.

But when he said that, a complex emotion fleeted past his eyes.

He hadn't forgotten what the nurse had said. She told him that Yvonne had injured her uterus and the chances of her getting pregnant again in the future were very low.

He was the one who had informed the hospital not to tell her about it. He didn’t want to add to her grief, but he was saying this now only hoping that it would

comfort her.

"Baby?" Yvonne opened her eyes, confused, "Can I still have children?"