CHAPTER 480 HEADING TO THE LANCASTER GROUP

Theo continued to play with the Rubik's Cube in his hand as if he didn’t hear her.

Yvonne let out a frustrated sigh when she didn't get a response.

She thought after what happened last night, Theo would at least give a little physical reaction even though he couldn't speak. However, she didn’t expect that he would still be the same.

"Come here, baby. Mommy will take you out first.” Yvonne reached out to hold Theo's hand.

Before she could reach him, Theo stopped playing with the Rubik's Cube, freed up his small hand, and took the initiative to hold Yvonne’s hand.

Theo’s action almost made Yvonne cry out with excitement.

Just when she thought that Theo didn't respond physically, he did it now and even took the initiative t o do so.

"Theo..." Yvonne couldn't suppress her inner joy. She picked up Thoe’s little body and rubbed her face against his. "Mommy is really happy!" 2

Perhaps she rubbed too hard, but Theo frowned.

Yvonne noticed it-she immediately moved her face away and put Theo on the ground. "Sorry, baby.

Mommy is so happy. Did I hurt you?"

Theo still didn't respond but pulled her to the door.

Yvonne looked at his little figure leading the way in front of her and her eyes curled with a smile.

It didn’t seem to hurt much.

"Are you guys ready?" Shane heard the sound of the door opening, he put down the glass of water in his hand and looked at the mother and son.

"Good morning, Theo!" Shane greeted Theo gently.

Theo looked up at him, then lowered his head.

Yvonne took Theo to Shane and responded on his behalf, "Good morning."

“Let’s have breakfast. I've asked the hotel staff to send it over when you went to get Theo just now." Shane pointed to the table.

Yvonne looked over and saw that the breakfast was prepared.

"How thoughtful. Thank you," Yvonne smiled gratefully at him.

Shane stretched out and stood up from the sofa." You're welcome. I have my share in there too."

The three of them walked towards the dining table.

After sitting down, Shane asked suddenly, "Did you drink last night?" "How do you know?" Yvonne was feeding Theo with peanut butter oatmeal, and she was surprised when she heard this.

Shane puffed his lips toward the coffee table not far away. "There’s half a bottle of red wine on it with a wine glass next to it."

"I see." Yvonne suddenly lifted her chin. "Well, I did drink a little.”

"Just a little? It's more than half a bottle." Shane was a little displeased with her words and he frowned." Yvonne, you haven't passed the transplant rejection period-you can't drink so much alcohol.”

He warned seriously.

Yvonne put the peanut butter oatmeal in front of Theo and said with a smile, "I know, but that was an exception. I was so happy last night that I couldn't help drinking more.”

"What made you happy last night?” Shane raised his eyebrows.

Yvonne looked at her son who was beside her lovingly. "It's Theo."

She told him everything that Theo did last night.

After listening, Shane’s eyes behind the lens were filled with surprise and it took him a while to calm down. "This is indeed good news.”

"Yes, that's why I want to celebrate." Yvonne rubbed Theo’s hair.

Children's hair was soft and smooth. It felt so good that people couldn't let go.

"It's worth celebrating. I won't argue with you about your drinking last night." Shane waved his hand, pretended to be generous, and let her off.

Yvonne smiled, "Thank you, Dr. Summers."

The breakfast ended in a cheerful atmosphere.

The three left the hotel and sent Theo to school.

After that, Yvonne followed Shane to the hospital.

Shane handed her a mask and a nurse uniform. "Elliot is in the presidential ward. Henry has installed surveillance cameras in every corner of the ward to protect him. Although I've arranged for

your visit and no one will disturb you, after thinking about it, you'd better disguise yourself a little, in case Henry sees you in the surveillance..."

"I understand. Thank you." Yvonne took the clothes from him.

Shane nodded. "You may change in my office."

"Okay." Yvonne agreed, turned around, and walked into his office.

Shane waited outside the office for a few minutes, and the door opened.

Yvonne came out wearing a nurse's uniform and a mask.

Shane was in a daze for a second, then coughed to cover himself. "Let’s go."

Yvonne answered, "Okay."

They went to the presidential ward.

When they reached the ward, Shane raised his arm and looked at his watch. "He’s in there. You should go i n."

Yvonne nodded, opened the door, and went in.

The ward was filled with the smell of disinfectant, which was a little pungent, but Yvonne didn't feel any discomfort. This belongs to .

She was used to this kind of smell almost every day in the past six years. She was very familiar with it and completely adapted to the smell. Therefore, no matter how long she smelled it, she wouldn’t have any discomfort.

"Elliot...” Yvonne didn’t care much about the smell in the air. When she looked at the sleeping beauty lying o n the bed, her eyes turned red instantly.

In her life, the two people she owed the most were Sam and Elliot, who was now lying unconsciously in front of her.

She used her identity to pay Sam back.

As for Elliot, she would never know how to pay off the kindness she owed him.

"Elliot, I’m back." Yvonne sat beside the bed, reached out her hand, and held Elliot's cold and thin hand tremblingly. Her voice was full of guilt, "I’m sorry... I came back to see you after six years. You must be blaming me..."

Elliot was the same as she remembered. That face was perfect, and it didn’t look like a real person's.

When viewed carefully, his hands and feet didn't shrink much. It seemed that Henry had arranged very attentive people to take care of him for the past six years. 2

But even so, Elliot still lost a lot of weight, which was beyond human control.

Yvonne took Elliot’s hand and said a lot of things depressingly. She said everything about her for the past six years abroad and her plan about returning to Canada this time.

More than an hour had passed after she said all those things.

Shane's voice came from outside the door, "It’s about time, Yvonne. It's time for Elliot's nurse to give him a massage. You should come out first."

"Okay," Yvonne replied with a choked voice, wiped her tears, forced out a smile, and looked at Elliot. "Elliot, I’m leaving now. I'll see you next time."

Then, she let go of his hand, got up, and went to the door.

The moment she turned around, Elliot's fingers moved a little and it was barely noticeable.

"Did you cry?" Shane was a little surprised looking at Yvonne coming out of the ward with red eyes. Then, h e took a tissue from the pocket of his white coat and handed it to her.

"I’m fine. I spoke to Elliot and I couldn’t hold back," Yvonne thanked him and took the tissue.

Shane patted her on the shoulder. "Cry it out if you want to. I know you feel guilty about Elliot..."

Yvonne lowered her head and said nothing.

After a while, she wiped the corner of her eyes and raised her head. Her expression had returned to her usual calm and cold expression, and the trace of vulnerability could no longer be seen.

She squeezed the tissue ball in her hand and threw it into the garbage can. "Shane, it's almost time. I should get going."

Shane asked, "Going to the Lancaster Group to talk about cooperation?”

Yvonne hummed and said, "It’s time to meet him officially."

"Do you want me to take you there?" Shane looked at her.