Darwin, turning his head, said in a hoarse voice, "You go back to the ward."

Serenity, eager to speak further, was cut off by Darwin's raised voice. "My mom is in critical condition. Are you still thinking about yourself?"

Serenity was taken aback.

She had never anticipated that one day Darwin would speak to her in such a manner.

Hadn't he always been yielding to her?

It wasn't she who caused his mother's operation; it was Diana's agitation. Serenity hadn't let her own disability weigh too heavily on her, but Diana was too fragile. Diana could only blame herself for not being strong enough.

Wearing a forced smile, Serenity conceded, "Well then, I'll return to the ward first."

Darwin averted his gaze from Serenity.

Her eyes narrowed in response. Darwin was her last hope, and she remained determined not to give up on him.

As Serenity departed, Freddie couldn't withhold his remark. “Darwin, is this the woman you've sought?"

Darwin remained silent.

Leaning against the wall, he silently gazed at the operating room door.

Four hours elapsed before the doctor emerged, removing his mask. "The surgery was successful, but she must avoid future stimulation. After two hours of observation, if all is well, we'll transfer her to the regular ward."

Freddie sighed in relief.

"Dad!" Darwin's hoarse voice appealed to Freddie.

Freddie sneered, “If you still consider me your father, end things with that woman. We can't accept someone like her. Darwin, you must choose between your parents and this woman."

Darwin yearned to respond, but Freddie dismissed him with a wave, indicating an end to the conversation.

Confirming Diana's stable condition, Darwin returned to Serenity's ward.

He walked in and closed the door behind him.

Serenity, biting her lips, inquired, “Darwin, you're here to end things, aren't you?"