My Ex-Husband Always Knew That I Had Cheated on Him-Chapter 315 - 314: Better to Just Die

After Gabriella Dyer finished speaking, she ordered the subordinates behind her, "Get this woman out of here. From this moment on, she is not allowed to set foot in Alexander’s ward."

"Yes, madam."

The subordinates, upon receiving the order, said nothing and immediately picked up Chloe Simpson, carrying her to the door of the ward.

At this moment, the subordinates who had been guarding Alexander Johnson’s ward earlier came back from the bathroom.

"What are you two good for? You can’t even guard a single ward? Huh? What’s the use of having you? If this happens again, you’re all fired."

Gabriella Dyer picked up a stool beside her and threw it directly at the subordinates.

"Yes, madam, it’s all our fault. It won’t happen again."

The two subordinates stood there, taking the chair thrown at them without even daring to breathe heavily.

"How is the Eldest Young Master’s condition today?"

Gabriella Dyer frowned and looked at Alexander Johnson behind her.

"The Eldest Young Master is still in a coma, with no anomalies or improvements." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Gabriella Dyer’s subordinate replied.

"Then why did that wretch Chloe just say the Eldest Young Master’s fingers were frozen and he was about to wake up? And she even called for a doctor!"

Gabriella Dyer recalled Chloe’s words and asked.

"No idea. We’ve been guarding since last night and haven’t seen any response from the Eldest Young Master."

The two subordinates were puzzled.

"Useless fools."

Gabriella Dyer was filled with rage and immediately dialed the doctor who had previously been involved.

"Come to the ICU now and check on the Eldest Young Master’s condition."

Ten minutes later, a bespectacled, somewhat awkward-looking young doctor came rushing in, panting.

"What happened, madam? Is there something wrong?"

The man spoke respectfully as soon as he arrived in front of Gabriella Dyer.

"Check if my son shows any signs of waking up."

Gabriella Dyer commanded bluntly.

"Okay." The man nodded and went to examine Alexander Johnson’s condition.

He performed a quick physical exam, opened Alexander’s eyes to inspect them, used a stethoscope to listen, and finally checked his pulse.

After completing the examination, Gabriella Dyer, anxious with anticipation, asked, "What’s the situation?"

"Madam, please prepare yourself. The Eldest Young Master’s physical indicators are not good. He’s unlikely to wake up soon."

The man, who knew exactly what Gabriella Dyer wanted to hear, had administered the medication himself. Forget about waking up; without surprises, Alexander was likely to remain bedridden for life.

"Really? Then why did they just say my son’s hand moved, and he’s about to wake up? How can you call yourself a doctor if you can’t even determine this?"

Recalling Chloe’s words, Gabriella Dyer spoke again. She needed to ensure that Alexander Johnson would not wake up.

"Oh, as for hands moving, it’s normal. But it doesn’t necessarily mean waking up. Hand movement is a sign of life indicator."

"As long as the Eldest Young Master is not brain dead, all his organs might exhibit some activity. Occasional movement is also normal. But madam, please don’t lose hope."

"Miracles in medicine do occur frequently. Not long ago, under my care, a patient declared a vegetative state finally woke up through unyielding efforts by the family. Perhaps a miracle could happen with the Eldest Young Master too."

The man added a few polite words at the end.

"Alright, I understand."

Outwardly, Gabriella responded, but inwardly she sneered. Wake up? Not lose hope?

It would be best if Alexander Johnson, that cursed child, just died!