Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！

Chapter 440 Ariel Morris, you should wake up! [2]

"Ariel Morris, do you want to follow our unborn child?""Ariel Morris, it turns out you don’t love me. Otherwise, why would you choose to abandon me?"

"Am I always the choice you give up on? Making me remember you for the rest of my life, and you did it. But do you want to forget me? Ariel Morris, you’re the most heartless woman I’ve ever seen! Always thinking about leaving me!"

"I have a temper too, Ariel Morris. All right, you want to leave this time? Together! You still owe me! Don’t even think about dodging your debt to me! I’ll follow you to collect what you owe me!"

"Ariel Morris—how can you be so ruthless—how can you be so cruel—Ariel Morris, you’re truly the coldest and most heartless woman I’ve ever met!"

As Arlo Seys spoke, his voice became choked and hoarse until he couldn’t say anything more, only tears slowly fell down his cheeks.

Ariel Morris’s face was covered with Arlo Seys’s falling tears, all wet.

Arlo Seys held Ariel Morris’s hand tightly, gripping it firmly, not daring to let go even a little.

With a ’beep’, the heart rate monitor suddenly sounded an alarm, and both Arlo Seys and the doctors’ gazes turned to the monitor.

The heart rate on the monitor gradually rose, no longer a straight line, awakening everyone in the operating room.

"Quick! There’s heart rate, proceed with resuscitation immediately!"

"A miracle! The patient shows signs of survival! Quick! Prepare for defibrillation, resuscitate!"

The doctors and nurses were busy, and everyone’s face in the emergency room lit up with joy.

Arlo Seys finally came back to his senses with joy, looking up at the doctors with disbelief, his voice hoarse and tense: "My wife—she—"

The doctors were focused on the resuscitation, no one answered him, except for an assistant nurse who turned around and quickly said to Arlo Seys: "Don’t stop! Keep talking to your wife, she might really not want to leave you, there’s a sign of survival, hurry!"

"Okay!" Arlo Seys was overjoyed, his eyes filled with joy, slightly curled at the corners of his mouth.

Arlo Seys held Ariel Morris’s hand, continuing to speak incessantly by her ear, occasionally glancing at the heart rate monitor. Watching the heart rate line rise, Arlo Seys’s mood soared along with it.

"Ariel, don’t give up, I’m waiting for you, waiting for you to finish this life with me."

"Mrs. Seys, let’s walk the rest of our lives well, step by step, hand in hand, together forever."

When Arlo Seys finished speaking, the doctors, sweating profusely, took off their masks and let out a heavy breath, instructing the assistant nurse: "Transfer to ICU ward, if there’s no deterioration tonight, the condition will be stable."

Arlo Seys’s body trembled, he stood up weakly supported by the bedside, his gaze turned to the doctor, urgently asking: "Is my wife going to be all right?"

The doctor pointed to the heart rate monitor, smiling faintly, and said: "Sir, your Christmas wedding can proceed as planned. Your bride won’t be absent."

After saying that, the four expert doctors, sweating profusely, all let out composed breaths, smiling as they walked out of the ward.

The assistant nurses tidied up the items used in surgery, pushing Ariel Morris to the ICU ward.

Arlo Seys followed closely without saying a word, his body tense to the extreme, afraid that this was just a dream, afraid of waking up to bad news.

As they walked out, Jorge Saxton, who had been sitting on the ground, slowly stood up. Looking at the dazed Arlo Seys, his voice was heavy and hoarse: "I’ve had someone contact the cemetery and chosen a nice spot for my sister."