Chapter 270

Chapter 270

Time passed bit by bit.

The operating room door opened and closed, closed and opened.

People came and went, with constant noise.

Some cried, some wept tears of joy, while Diana stood there like a puppet from beginning to end, as if completely unaware of everything happening around her.

Seeing her like this, the others felt scared.

"What do we do now? Has Diana been shocked senseless?" Layla couldn't help muttering.

Finn's heart was trembling too.

He knew clearly that if anything happened to Diana on their watch, Michael wouldn't let them off. By then, before the company even collapsed, their lives would be over.

Veda walked over and lowered her voice, "Are you okay? I know you care about Grandma, but things are what they are now. Let's just wait patiently. Even if something happens to Grandma, it has nothing to do with you. Don't feel too guilty."

Even if something really happened, it had nothing to do with Diana.

Diana snapped out of her daze, looked at the person in front of her, and shook her head, "No matter what, if something really happens to Grandma, I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life."

The disappointment was real, but so was the love.

Ever since Aria left, Orla's protection had been real too.

No matter how much guilt was mixed into that protection, those genuine acts of care couldn't be completely written off.

Veda looked at Diana, her expression complicated.

Footsteps approached.

Michael walked in from outside, strode up to Diana, and pulled her into his arms, comforting her gently.

"I've already sent people to bring in specialists. The private jet will have them here in a few hours."

Orla had a brain hemorrhage, and it was in the brainstem—extremely difficult to operate on. Only by bringing in the country's top specialists could they increase the success rate of the surgery.

Tears streamed down Diana's face.

She hadn't cried until now, putting on a strong front, but in front of Michael, all her strength crumbled.

"What do I do? I'm so scared."

She was afraid Orla would just die like this, afraid of living with regret forever.

Time passed second by second. Soon the operating room door opened.

The doctor came out, and right at that moment, the specialists brought in from abroad also arrived.

They held a consultation together, then walked back into the emergency room.

Half an hour later, the specialists came out with grave expressions.

"Right now, the most important thing is the patient's will to live. We talked with the patient, and her will to survive isn't strong. She seems to have unfulfilled wishes. Do you want to go in and strengthen her will to live?"

Hearing this, Diana's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

Everyone knew what Orla's wish was.

But how could it possibly be granted?

Diana could barely stand steady even with Michael's support.

Finn spoke up voluntarily, "Can we all go in together?"

"According to the rules, of course not, but the situation is special now. Put on sterile gowns and come in together. Remember, don't say anything that will upset the old lady, don't make her emotional, and it's best to agree to whatever she says."

After the specialist carefully gave instructions, he immediately had someone bring clothes.

After Diana and the others changed into the gowns, they walked into the operating room.

The fluorescent lights in the operating room were blindingly bright.

After everyone walked in, Orla ignored everyone else and looked straight at Diana.

She lifted her hand with difficulty and opened her mouth.

Diana rushed over in one stride, gripped Orla's hand, tears glistening in her eyes, "Grandma."

Orla, who used to be so spirited, now had white hair, a haggard face, and no color in her cheeks.

At this moment, Diana had an impulse to forget everything, ignore everything, and agree to whatever Orla asked.

But in the end, she regained her reason.

Orla forced herself to speak, "Don't be sad. These things have nothing to do with you, and don't feel guilty. If I can't make it through and the surgery fails, you don't need to blame anyone."

"I only have one wish now—to save Garcia Jewels Company, okay? Even if you have to put the company under your name and inherit it yourself."

Clearly, no matter what happened, she wanted to save Garcia Jewels Company.

This company had lasted for a century and had flourished under Max's leadership.

When Max passed away, his dying wish was also for the company to grow stronger and never be destroyed by their own family.

And now Orla felt the same way.

Facing those earnest eyes, Diana couldn't bring herself to refuse, but she really couldn't agree either.

Time passed second by second.

Orla held on, staring intently at Diana.

The others' eyes also turned toward her, hoping Diana would agree right away.

But Diana didn't respond for a long time, so the others started urging her.

"What's wrong with you? Your grandma is the most important person in your life—have you forgotten? All these years, if it weren't for Grandma, you don't know how much you would have suffered. You can't be so heartless."

"I know you have issues with us three, but you can't just ignore whether your grandma lives or dies, can you? Your grandma might never wake up this time. Do you want her to die with regrets?"

Accusations came flooding in.

Diana's whole body trembled. Michael stepped forward to shield her from all the malice, his threatening gaze sweeping over them.

If it weren't for Orla being here, he would have kicked them already.

These people were so shameless—clearly acting out of selfish motives, yet pretending to be righteous.

Michael's gaze was too much for many to bear.

Layla and the others didn't dare speak anymore.

But the foreign specialist couldn't stand it anymore.

"What's wrong with you people? We let you in to strengthen the patient's will to live, not to argue here. Hurry up—every minute the surgery is delayed adds more danger. Don't you want the patient to live?"

By the end, the specialist's tone was ice-cold, clearly carrying a warning.

Diana took a deep breath. Seeing Orla about to pass out, she quickly spoke up, "Okay, I promise you. I'll keep the company going."

Orla seemed to have fulfilled her wish and peacefully closed her eyes.

The specialist's expression changed, "Quick, start the surgery, administer anesthesia—the patient is failing!"

Diana was kicked out of the operating room, completely dazed.

Michael held her in his arms, "No matter what, even if something happens to Orla, it has nothing to do with you. Don't feel guilty. Orla is old—don't blame yourself."

Diana rested her head against Michael's solid chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, but her heart grew more panicked.

Had she answered too late just now? Would it have been better if she'd answered sooner?