The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 602

Penelope went to wash her hands first, then headed to the doctor’s office.

She came out fifteen minutes later and slumped onto a bench in the hallway, feeling utterly defeated. The doctor had been brutally honest about Donald's condition. Due to the severity of his head trauma, the chances of him ever regaining consciousness were slim.

To even maintain his current state, he would likely need multiple surgeries, each carrying significant risks. The family needed to be prepared for the worst.

“Does he have any awareness? Can he feel pain?”

“If the patient is in a minimally conscious state, it's possible he retains some level of awareness and can perceive pain. They are essentially trapped inside a body they can’t control, able to feel pain, cold, and discomfort without any way to express it.”

If he had awareness and could feel pain, then…

Penelope lowered her head heavily. Her insistence might be nothing but cruelty to Donald.

Judy had fainted from crying and Yvonne had taken her to another room. Jonas and the rest of his family had gone home, leaving Jonas to stay by the bedside. But when he saw Penelope enter, he thoughtfully gave them some time alone.

Penelope sat down by the bed and looked at Donald, lying there so still, so motionless. The tears finally fell.

She reached out and took his hand. It was still warm. How could she bear to let him go?

“Can you hear me?”

“You probably can’t.”

“If you can, open your eyes, or squeeze my hand, or…”

Penelope trailed off, shaking her head. “But if you are conscious, it must be even more painful. Am I really being selfish by insisting? But… you haven’t heard me call you ‘Dad’ yet.”

Penelope clung to Donald’s hand, the sobs she’d been holding back finally breaking free.

She was filled with regret. She should have acknowledged him sooner, should have bridged the gap between them long ago.

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