Chapter 453: Chapter 446: She Can Still Wait for Him to Open His Eyes, and Then Call Her Clara

Clara Grant moved quickly. She was back outside the operating room in less than twenty minutes.

Not long after she arrived, the "In Surgery" light went out, and the doors to the operating room opened.

Rowan Linden and the lead surgeon were the first to emerge. After waiting for so long, the doors had finally opened. Clara Grant should have been the first to rush forward and ask about the surgery.

But she found herself subconsciously rooted to the spot, unable to move. Her expression seemed calm, but her hands, tightly clutching the hem of her clothes, betrayed her anxiety and fear.

’Yes, she was afraid. She was so afraid... afraid of hearing bad news!’

Miles Quinn, River Sterling, and Linden Jennings strode over, their eyes fixed on Rowan Linden. Linden Jennings was the first to speak. "How is he?"

Though he appeared composed, his voice was laced with concern.

Rowan Linden pulled down his mask. He looked tired, but a faint smile touched his lips as he nodded at them. "He’s out of the woods. Fortunately, the bullet missed any vital organs. We got it out. He’ll be fine after a good period of rest."

Hearing this, the three men let out a collective sigh of relief.

A short distance away, when Clara Grant heard Rowan Linden’s words, she wanted to smile, but tears started streaming down her face instead.

’Thank God, he’s okay!’

’Thank God, they still had a lifetime together!’

’Thank God, thank God...’

Holly Summers was so happy she felt like crying too. She grabbed Clara’s hand and said excitedly, "Clara, he’s okay! President Quinn is okay!"

Unable to contain her excitement, she turned and grabbed Chase Childs’s arm. "Assistant Childs, did you hear that? President Quinn is fine! He’s fine! This is wonderful! Thank God!"

After saying this, she quickly turned back. Seeing Seth Quinn being wheeled out, she followed Clara forward.

’She had even thought that Clara and President Quinn, having just gotten together, were about to be torn apart by death. Now that she knew he was okay, she was so incredibly happy for them.’

She was so overjoyed that she didn’t notice anything odd about her actions, nor did she see how Chase Childs had frozen stiff the moment she grabbed him. A flicker of emotion seemed to cross his usually placid expression.

Chase Childs opened his mouth to say something, but Holly Summers had already turned away to follow Clara to Seth Quinn’s side.

He thought of Holly Summers’ joyful expression, and his heart suddenly felt heavy.

He stared at Holly Summers’s back for a moment before walking over as well.

Seth Quinn lay on the gurney, his eyes shut tight. Clara Grant softly called his name, "Seth." Rowan Linden immediately told her, "Oh, the anesthetic hasn’t worn off yet. He’ll wake up on his own once it passes."

Clara Grant nodded, the weight on her heart finally lifting.

Rowan Linden paused, then added, "Even though Seth is out of danger, it’s not advisable to move him yet. Let’s have him stay here for now. We can transfer him to another hospital in a couple of days."

Clara Grant nodded again. "Okay."

’As long as he was okay, that was all that mattered.’

...

In the spacious and luxurious, fully-equipped VIP hospital room, only two people remained: Clara Grant and Seth Quinn, who was sleeping peacefully on his stomach on the bed.

Miles Quinn’s clothes were also stained with blood, so he had gone back to his own apartment to change. As for Linden Jennings and River Sterling, they were needed back at the company to hold down the fort, so Clara had sent them back as well.

As for Holly Summers, Clara had Chase Childs drive her back to the film set. Before she left, Clara had discreetly asked her to do something.

Once everyone had gone, Clara Grant sat down by the bed. She gazed at Seth Quinn’s profile, so peaceful and serene. ’This must be the most wonderful feeling in the world,’ she thought. ’The person you love is still by your side, and you can wait for him to open his eyes and call out your name... "Clara."’