No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 869
After finishing their rounds, Fanny and Yates sat down together, inviting the family of the pregnant woman to discuss the risks
and potential complications of the surgery. They laid everything on the table and left the final decision to the family.
Without hesitation, the family signed the consent form and said, "We trust you, Dr. Willis and Yates. Just do your best, and we'll
leave the rest to fate."
Their trust and composure reminded Fanny of a previous case where a mother and child had both tragically passed. The
circumstances were similar, but the family's understanding and reaction were worlds apart.
What no one realized was that this level of trust only heightened the pressure and responsibility on the medical team, making
them even more anxious about letting the family down.
"Yates, I know medicine isn't foolproof, but for this surgery, I'm hoping you can pull it off," Fanny said, her voice a mix of formality
and genuine plea.
"I'll give it my all, and ensure nothing goes wrong. I'll need your cooperation during the surgery," Yates responded with his own
set of expectations.

"That's not a problem. I'll fully support you with anything you need in the preparatory phase as well," Fanny assured, showing the
dedication of a true professional.
From that moment on, in addition to her regular duties, Fanny would be working overtime to help Yates with the surgery plan.
By the time Sinclair got home, it was already 11 p.m. The lights in the living room were still on, and as he walked in, he saw
Fanny asleep on the couch.
He knew her job was far from easy, with endless surgeries and departmental responsibilities.
If she didn't love her work so much, he would have already spoken to the hospital director about assigning her a less demanding
position.
Not wanting to disturb her, Sinclair simply sat on the opposite couch and watched her.
Her dark hair framed her delicate, striking features, which held a natural purity. As she slept, she looked so soft and vulnerable,
stirring an instinctive desire to protect her.

Though Fanny was asleep, it was a light sleep; she was waiting for Sinclair. Sensing his gaze, she opened her eyes and met his,
which were as deep as ever, though there was something in them she couldn't quite decipher.
"Uncle, you're back?" she asked, her voice soft and still tinged with sleep.
"Yeah, why are you sleeping here?" Sinclair straightened up from his relaxed position.
"I was waiting for you," Fanny replied, sitting up.

Sinclair picked up the glass on the table and poured some water. "Is there something you wanted to talk about?"
"Uncle, I won't be coming home for a while. I have a big surgery and l'Ikbe
working
late to prepare," Fanny
explained, and Sinclair paused
slightly in his motion.
A second later, amidst the sound of water pouring, he asked, "Working all night without sleep?"
Fanny stifled a yawn. "Not all night, but it might be as late as midnight or one or two in the morning."
"When does this start?" Sinclair asked, holding the glass.
"Tomorrow!"
"Alright, I'll pick you up after work starting tomorrow," Sinclair's words instantly perked up Fanny's sleepy eyes.
"Uncle, I meant I won't be staying here, so you don't need to pick me up," Fanny said, but Sinclair gave her a look.
"If you want your parents to drag you back
Sime, then I won't pick you up," r shot back, effective you
ending

the argument.
"But it'll be really late, and exhausting for you," Fanny protested.
Sinclair, ignoring her concern, took his water and headed to his room
So Sfore closing the door, he said,
some rest."