Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 244

The nurse found it hard to answer. After all, she couldn’t dare to say anything that would demotivate the patient. Thinking carefully, she said, "Ms. Ember, after your legs are healed and you can stand on your feet, the chances of dancing in the future will be there. So, you have to stay positive."

She aimed to make her feel motivated, but Delyth grew irritated. She grabbed the nurse by force, pulling her close. "Don’t web sweet words. Just tell me what I have asked you for. Will I be able to dance after recovering from the surgery or not?"

The nurse winced, her eyes looking at the way Delyth was twisting the grip of her fingers on her. "Ms. Ember, what are you doing? Please let me go."

"Tell me what I asked you first," Delyth asked again as if she hadn’t heard her cry of pain. "Tell me now."

"No, you won’t," Not able to bear the burning pain any longer, the nurse spat out. And just when Delyt’s hold loosened on her, she pulled away, stepping back and distancing herself from her. "Ms. Ember —"

Delyth’s hands limply fell on her lap and seeing her like that, the nurse didn’t know what she should say anymore. Since she had already said it out in the worst way, now hiding won’t help. Hence, she decided to reveal what was there. "Ms. Ember, after Dr. Walter performed the successful surgery, your legs would heal and gain back the strength to stand and walk. But it won’t still be sufficient for dance. So, there is no surety if you will be able to dance in future." _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}

Although Delyth knew this already, she couldn’t still accept it. She might have refused to undergo the surgery, but she knew Ryan would make her undergo it sooner or later. And once that’s done, her legs would be healed and she would be able to dance one day.

But all those hopes shattered immediately when the nurse stated the fact that she had been denying all this while.

Discouraged, Delyth looked down on her hands on her lap while her tears blurred her gaze. "How can that happen? How can I not dance anymore? DFance is my passion. I have worked so hard for it. Without it, I can’t survive in this world and I will lose all my value. How my legs can’t recover to dance anymore?"

Seeing her like that, the nurse felt bad. Reaching out, she patted her shoulders sympathetically and said, "Ms. Ember, don’t worry and don’t lose hope. Even standing and walking around on your own is not bad. You know many people don’t even have this chance."

"You think I am lucky?" Delyth asked, suddenly looking up at her. Her lips curled up in self-mockery.

The nurse didn’t understand what she wanted to hear. But guessing with her best, she replied what she felt was right. "Yes, you are fortunate, Ms. Ember. After all, not every patient gets a specialist as best as Dr. Walter. With him, the chances of your surgery being successful have increased twice-fold. And that’s a luck I haven’t seen many having."

"Haha …" Delyth chuckled, the sound of it very self-deprecating. "That’s not the luck. Definitely. That’s a charity," she said. "You know what pure luck looks like?" she asked, her expression hysteric. "If you want to know you should meet Arwen, Arwen Quinn. Just seeing her head to toe, you will know what real luck looks like."