Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia)

Chapter 225

"Whoa! Yates, you can't go!" Merry suddenly burst into tears. Her cries took Cordelia by surprise, leaving her bewildered by the swift turn of events and struggling to grasp the reality of the situation.

Floyd's legs gave way beneath him, and he nearly collapsed to the floor in shock. He stared blankly at the doctor, his eyes fixed on the emergency room door, with only one thought racing through his mind-how could this happen?

Yates wasn't supposed to be like this. Five years ago, when Floyd pushed Yates away, he never imagined Yates could do something so drastic. If he had known this would happen, he would never have done it.

Floyd clenched his fists tightly. Yates was in trouble, and he would never forgive himself. No, he owed Yates his life...

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, the doctor's next words caught him off guard: ".... I'm sorry we didn't notify you or have you sign a consent form before performing a minor surgery on him, but it was a critical situation, and we had to operate immediately."

Floyd blinked in confusion: "What? He's... he's still alive?"

The doctor looked just as puzzled at their reactions: "Yes, the condition, though it looked severe, wasn't life-threatening, thanks to the timely arrival." Everyone: ??

The group turned their heads stiffly towards the doctor.

Everard squinted, inquiring, “Illness?"

Merry was equally confused: "It wasn't a suicide attempt?"

The doctor nearly choked on her words: "Suicide? It was just a case of gastric bleeding. He has a history of stomach issues; why on earth would you let him drink alcohol? Don't you know to exercise some restraint?"

Merry blinked in disbelief: "Oh, right, there was a glass on Yates's nightstand, but I saw medication too!"

Doctor: "Sure, he knew to take his stomach medicine when he felt unwell, but drinking alcohol before medication is just asking for trouble." Merry: ???

Everyone: ???

The group silently turned their gaze towards Merry, who hung her head low, wishing she could bury it in the ground.

Floyd slowly regained strength in his legs, unsure of what to say, until Cordelia slowly asked, "And now?"

The doctor responded, "The chief of surgery took care of him personally. It was just a minor procedure for gastric bleeding; he should be able to leave the hospital in about three days."

"...Okay."

The doctor then handed over a form: "Uh, about the surgery, could you sign this consent form?"

Cordelia looked towards Floyd: "You sign it."

Still in a daze, Floyd murmured, "Okay."NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Five minutes later, Yates was wheeled out of the surgery room. The gastric bleeding looked scary, but since he was brought in on time and had taken medication beforehand, he was quickly on the mend.

It was still a surgery, though, so he needed to rest.

Yates was moved to a regular ward, and two hours later, as the anesthesia wore off, he woke up. Gastric bleeding is painful, and he looked a bit pale, but upon seeing the four people standing in his room, he paused slightly. His youthful face still carried his characteristic defiance, though now tinged with a hint of frailty: "Why are you all here?"

Merry guiltily lowered her head: "Well, we heard you had surgery, so we all came to visit you."

Yates glanced at the clock, noting it was already past midnight. Visiting a patient at this hour?

His gaze shifted to Cordelia: “Lia, why are you here too? Go back to class!"

After saying that, he looked towards Floyd, then quickly averted his eyes as if he hadn't seen him, his tone cold: "Why did you come?"

Just then, a nurse making her rounds entered, seeing Yates awake and smiling: "You're finally awake? You scared your friends to death; they thought you were trying to kill yourself!"

Yates: ??

He turned to Merry, his voice weak yet tinged with iciness: "Me? Commit suicide?"

Merry lowered her head again, then suddenly said, "Oh, I have class tomorrow, and the dance routine is really tough. Lia, can you take care of Yates? I've got to go!"

With that, she hurried out of the ward.

Yates thought about chasing after her to give her a piece of his mind, but as he moved, he felt the pain in his stomach, and Floyd quickly stepped forward, pressing down on his shoulder: "You just had surgery, don't move."

Yates: "..."

He glared at Floyd, then turned his head away.

The room fell silent once more.

After a while, Floyd spoke up: "Yates, you..."

"Don't overthink it. I would never commit suicide, especially not over you. I just had a couple of drinks! Who knew it would hit me so hard? I took the medication when I felt unwell, but who would've thought it'd lead to gastric bleeding?"

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The room fell silent again.

Cordelia glanced between Floyd and Yates before coughing lightly: "Should we leave you two to talk? We'll step out."

Yates, without any relatives in

Ontoky City, Couldn't be left alone. Cordelia knew she couldn't leave him by himself. With Merry gone, she was probably waiting outside to

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discuss how to take care of him. Yates's parents were gone, and Hackett Griffin was too old for this kind of stress...

She was pondering whether to hire a nurse when Yates suddenly spoke up: “Lia, don't go.”

Cordelia turned back, surprised.

Yates, avoiding Floyd's gaze, looked somewhat less defiant and more vulnerable. His red hair seemed less vibrant in the dim light of the ward, his face paler and more fragile under the harsh fluorescent light.

He slowly said, "Lia, do you want to go pro in esports?"

Cordelia paused, intrigued.

Yates continued, "If you go pro, you'll meet people like me and even better. You'll learn more skills and tactics..."

Cordelia, her interest piqued, blinked thoughtfully, tempted to agree but feeling hesitant, so she turned to Everard for guidance.

Everard paused for just a moment before he spoke up, "It's worth a shot.”

After all, a child's life shouldn't be confined to just hitting the books. In the world of esports, she could meet a whole array of people. The specific skills didn't matter as much as learning the spirit of competition and the value of teamwork. That could really benefit her in the long run.

It was then that Yates turned to Floyd, slowly finding the words, "Lia's skills as a marksman... they remind me a lot of myself, and she's even starting to show signs of outpacing me. If you won't take me, you should definitely consider her."

Hearing this, Floyd was visibly moved.