Chapter 581 Can’t You Forgive Me?
As Cherise approached Maeve’s room, Charles was sharing a video of their premature newborn child with Maeve. Their daughter was still in an incubator, as she had been born prematurely.
Maeve had recently recovered from a heart condition and was confined to her bed. Charles acted as her eyes and ears, capturing and sharing their child’s moments with her.
“Look, Marcy is smiling!”
Charles sat on the edge of the bed, with one arm around Macve’s shoulders and the other holding the phone, showing Maeve the video.
Their love for each other was evident.
Standing at the doorway, Cherise hesitated to interrupt this tender scene.
Her own experience with childbirth had been far from easy, and the man she had loved the most was thousands of miles away at the time. The one who had stayed by her side was Zachary
Zachary had also recorded her two babies in a similar way to show her. However, at the end of the day, he wasn’t the man she loved.
Back then, she had felt incredibly lonely, while Maeve now seemed completely content.
Cherise forced a bitter smile. Five years ago, she never imagined seeing Maeve in a happy relationship.
“Dr. Shaw.” Charles finally noticed Cherise first.
He turned off his phone, somewhat flustered. He released Maeve, who was leaning against the head of the bed, and looked at Cherise with a hint of embarra*sment. “Have you been here long?”
“Not too long,” Cherise responded with a faint smile. She slowly entered the room, clutching a folder. “How are you feeling today?”
“Pretty good.” Maeve’s face was slightly flushed. “Cherise, I found out from the nurses in the past few days that… I was the first patient you operated on.”
Maeve was aware of the incident where Melanie Fuoco stabbed Cherise’s hand at her wedding. She had a*sumed it was a harmless hand injury. However, Maeve hadn’t anticipated that it had severed a tendon in Cherise’s hand, causing it to tremble whenever she held a scalpel.
“Mm. Faced with Maeve’s flustered gaze, Cherise remained composed. She scribbled indifferently on Maeve’s medical record. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course not!” Maeve sat up, agitated. “Cherise, actually….. I have a lot to say to you. Back then…”
“Let’s leave the past in the past.” Cherise fl*pped through the records of Maeve’s blood tests and the morning temperature taken by the nurse. “You’re recovering well.”
She had no desire to dwell on the past with Maeve.
Even though she knew Maeve had changed significantly since then, it couldn’t erase the damage Maeve had caused to her and her mom.
If it weren’t for Maeve… her wedding with Damien wouldn’t have become one of her most painful
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