Chapter 0050

Davey’s POV

A few weeks later after Ximena was admitted, she was still in a coma. I sat by her side, praying and hoping she would wake up.

"Hello, Mister Davey?" the doctor greeted as he entered.

"Hello, doctor," I replied, shaking his hand.

"Try not to stress yourself too much. She is going to make it," he assured me.

"Thank you so much, doctor," I said gratefully. Just then, my phone rang. "Excuse me," I answered the call. "Yes?"

"Sir, a girl named Nevaeh is here to see you," my cook informed me.

"Nevaeh? What does she want?"

"I don’t know, sir," she replied, and I hung up. At that moment, I realized that if Ximena woke up, her family might come after her.

"Doctor, when will the face transplant surgery take place?" I asked.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Mister Davey? It’s not necessary. Her face isn’t badly damaged," he said.

"I have my reasons, doctor. Can you start the surgery