Chapter 502

Maurice gave a serious nod. "Yeah, after this surgery, I'll acknowledge her and Oliver."

For a split second, May wished Maurice would just kick the bucket on the operating table. But with Hubert as the chief surgeon, no way that was happening. Damn it.

Then Susan would have it all, the ultimate winner in life.

But even so, May couldn't do jack about it, and the surgery went ahead the next day.

Carol and May were pacing nervously outside the operating room.

Before long, Susan and Caleb showed up too.

"Susan." The moment Carol saw her, she dropped May's hand and rushed over to grab Susan's.

"Mom." Susan noticed Carol's hand shaking like crazy and cold as ice. She tried to calm her down, "Dr. Diaz said the success rate of this surgery is over 95%, don't stress too much."

"Okay."

"Let's go sit over there for a bit." Susan led Carol to a seat, and Carol leaned on her shoulder, whispering prayers.

May stood there, fuming. That old lady, claiming she wasn't biased? The second her own daughter showed up, she ditched her. She felt even more like an outsider in the Wilson family now.

Caleb was still hanging around. May thought for a second, then walked over and asked, all worried, "Mr. Eilish, my dad's gonna be okay, right?"

Her eyes were all teary.

"He'll be fine."

"I know Dr. Diaz is top-notch, but my dad's old, and he's been in bad shape lately. This is his first big surgery, and I'm still worried. I only have one dad, and I love him so much..."

Before May could finish, Caleb turned to get two cups of warm water, handing one to Susan and the other to Carol.

Once again, May was left standing there, feeling like she was invisible.

Two hours later, the red light above the operating room finally went off.

A nurse wheeled Maurice out.

"Maurice..." Carol rushed to his side.

"Don't worry, the surgery went great. He just needs to rest," Dr. Diaz said casually.

Hearing this, Carol finally relaxed.

"Thank you, doctor, thank you..."

Susan gave Caleb a grateful smile.

The next morning.

"Mommy, you look so pretty."

"Mommy looks like a fairy."

"When I grow up, I wanna marry someone as pretty as Mommy."

"Is it really that over the top?" Susan laughed and pinched Oliver's cheek.

"Not at all."

Caleb walked to the door and stopped. He looked at the woman in front of him, totally amazed.

Susan was rocking a white spring dress with a green cardigan, looking as fresh as spring itself, with a glowing complexion. Her delicate features, highlighted by light makeup, were drop-dead gorgeous.

Caleb couldn't take his eyes off her.

Susan felt a bit shy under his gaze. "I just didn't wear makeup before, is it that surprising?"

"You're beautiful even without makeup." Caleb still stared at her. But a little makeup made her features pop, making her unbelievably beautiful.

"Of course." Susan used playful words to hide her shyness, "I've always been beautiful."

"Yes, very beautiful." Caleb felt his throat tighten.

"Uncle, my mommy is a great beauty. If you keep staring at her like that, she'll get embarrassed."

Caleb cleared his throat. "Sorry."

"I'm gonna visit my dad with Oliver later. Do you think this outfit is okay?"

Caleb nodded vigorously. "It's perfect, very vibrant."

Green is the most vibrant color, symbolizing hope.

"Mr. Wilson will definitely be happy to see you."

"Hopefully." Susan felt both excited and nervous. After four years, she finally awaited this day.

"Next time, wear this for our date, okay?" Caleb asked, giving her a hopeful look. "You look really beautiful."

Susan's ears turned a bit red. "Who's going on a date with you?"

"Please?" Caleb pleaded, almost like a puppy.

"We'll see. We're heading up now." Susan grabbed Oliver's hand, holding a bouquet in the other, and headed downstairs.

In the ward, Carol was feeding Maurice some porridge.

After each spoonful, she'd wipe his mouth, making Maurice grumble, "No need, I'm not a kid."

"You're more delicate than a kid right now. The doc said you need to rest up." Carol smiled.

"It's not that serious."

"Isn't it nice to have someone take care of you?"

"Grandpa!" A loud child's voice rang out.

Maurice's eyes lit up as he looked towards the door. "Oliver."

"Grandpa, Mommy and I came to see you."

Carol stood up, beaming. "Finally, your dad's been looking forward to seeing you all morning."

Susan's throat suddenly felt dry. She licked her lips and hesitantly called out, "Dad."

Maurice's heart skipped a beat, and he nodded. "Come in."

"Grandpa, congrats on your successful surgery." Oliver stood on tiptoe, holding a bouquet bigger than himself.

"Thank you, Oliver, these flowers are beautiful." Maurice grinned.

"Grandpa, Mommy and I bought these flowers together. I used my pocket money to buy them."

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Oliver. Good boy."

"As long as Grandpa likes them."

"I love them, love them very much."

Carol turned to May, "Pour them a glass of water."

May was already feeling salty, thinking, 'Are you treating me like a servant?'

But despite her annoyance, she poured the water.

When Susan reached out to take it, May "accidentally" spilled the water on her.

Carol immediately frowned. "What's going on?"

"It's okay." Susan brushed it off and wiped it with a tissue. As long as her dad could accept her, she didn't care about other small mishaps. "Thanks, May."

Maurice spent some time with his grandson, then asked Carol to take her to play. In the ward, it was just him and Susan.

"Dad." Susan called again. She felt she could never say "Dad" enough.

"Yes. You've raised Oliver very well. These years must have been tough for you."

It was indeed tough. Susan felt a mix of emotions. But all the hardships were over now. She saw the rainbow and felt happiness.

"In the past few years, did you ever blame me?"

Susan smiled. "During the toughest times, I did, but I could understand. It was my own mistake. I was too well-protected before, without the ability to survive on my own. These years have been a training ground, and I've grown quickly, so it's been worthwhile."

"You've matured a lot."

Susan smiled lightly. "Wasn't it life that forced me? I used to be free from worldly concerns, but now with car loans, mortgages, and the pressure of raising a child, I've become more grounded. But that's good too. Ups and downs make for a real life."

Maurice nodded with relief. "I'm glad you don't blame me."

"I never blamed you, just always hoped to come home."

Maurice smiled. "Susan, welcome home."

"Thank you, Dad." Susan's nose tingled, and she choked up. No matter how many conflicts they had, family and blood ties could never be severed. She hugged Maurice, his embrace still as warm as she remembered, he was still the father who cherished her. "Dad..."

"Susan."

At this moment, all past grievances were resolved, and the father and daughter felt closer than ever.

At the door, May was nearly clawing the wall in frustration.