The Return of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife

However, Joanna's life was at stake now. Bruce's brain had stopped working.

Now, he didn't want to think about anything or care about anything.

He only wanted Joanna to live.

Only if Joanna survived would he survive with her. If she died, there would be no point in doing anything.

Another 20 hours passed.

"Ding!"

The operating room's door finally opened again.

The doctors and nurses walked out of the operating room one after another. Their eyes were red from working so long, and they looked tired and haggard.

"Mr. Everett..." The chief surgeon looked at Bruce exhaustedly.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

It had been 33 hours since they entered the operating room to resuscitate Joanna.

Bruce had not drunk a single drop of water for two days. His lips were so dry that they were peeling.

When he saw the doctors coming out, he stood up numbly and asked in a hoarse voice, "How's Joann?" The doctor's expression was solemn. "Mr. Everett, we really did our best. We did everything we could. "At the moment, the surgery is considered a success. As for the rest, we can only rely on fate. "Also, even if Mrs. Everett wakes up, she might only be in a vegetative state!"

When Bruce heard this, his vision turned black, and he fell straight forward.

"Mr. Everett, Mr. Everett!" The doctors and nurses rushed to help him up.

Bruce fainted completely.

He really couldn't hold on any longer.

"Mr. Everett is exhausted. Hurry up and send Mr. Everett to the ward. Give Mr. Everett a glucose shot."

Bruce slept for more than ten hours before waking up in a daze.

Darcy had been guarding him. When he saw that Bruce was awake, he immediately came up to Bruce. "Mr. Everett, you're awake!"

"Joann... Joann..." Bruce shouted.

"Mr. Everett, Mrs. Everett is still in the intensive care unit."

Bruce blinked weakly and struggled to sit up.

"Mr. Everett, you should rest more!" said Darcy.

"I'm going to guard Joann," replied Bruce.

Then Bruce staggered to the outside of the intensive care unit.

Because it was a sterile ward, he could only look at Joanna through the window from outside.

Inside the intensive care unit, Joanna was covered in tubes and lying lifelessly on the hospital bed. She was surrounded by all kinds of medical equipment and looked like a cold experimental subject. "Joann, I'm sorry. I failed to protect you well once again!" Bruce leaned against the ward door and couldn't help but cry.

He had said time and time again that he would protect her.

He also thought that he had the ability to make Joanna the happiest woman in the world.

But in the end, all the disasters that Joanna suffered were brought about by him.

"God, will I bring Joann more danger the closer I get to her? Will you have to break us up to let Joann and the children be safe?" Once, a fortune-teller said that Bruce was born to be a jinx and would bring disaster to his parents, his wife, and his children.

In the past, he did not believe in this.

But from the looks of it now, he had no choice but to believe it.

Perhaps he really had to stay away from his family to let them live a peaceful life.

Just as Bruce cried sadly, the butler came with Bruce's four children.

The children burst into tears the moment they saw their daddy.

"Daddy, how's Mommy?"

"Will Mommy die?"

"Boohoo... Daddy, we're so scared!" Tears kept streaming down the four children's faces. They pounced on Bruce and surrounded him. Seeing this, Bruce felt even more heartbroken.

His knees gave way, and he fell to his knees. He opened his arms and hugged the children tightly.

The five of them could not help but hug each other and cry.

The children already knew that something so big had happened to their mommy.