Chapter 347: Conflict Arises
Eric peeled a large lobster, dipped it in sauce, and held it up to her mouth. "No matter how bad you feel, you still need to eat. Don’t let yourself get sick, alright?"
Ella looked at him listlessly, opening her mouth obediently, though her heart was heavy with bitterness.
She didn’t want to feel indebted to Henry, truly didn’t, but fate seemed to have other plans.
"Eric, what do you think? Would Henry have a better chance if we sent him abroad for treatment?" she asked, nibbling on her food.
Eric’s brows furrowed slightly. "I know you’re worried. I’ll make sure everything is taken care of on that front."
"The doctor said he’s technically in a vegetative state but still has some sensation, even if he can’t speak or move. Maybe if his nerves were stimulated, he’d improve a bit. Why don’t we bring him here? When I have a free moment, I could talk to him. Once he wakes up, we can go our separate ways," she said, watching Eric as he continued peeling shrimp for her, choosing her words cautiously.
She had been turning the idea over in her mind for weeks now. After hearing from the hospital today, she finally made up her mind: she would bring Henry here, even as Eric was reaching out to foreign specialists.
This way, she could speak to him every morning and evening, giving him the daily interaction and stimulation that might help speed up his recovery.
"That’s out of the question. This is our home. Bringing him here would raise all kinds of talk." Eric’s eyes narrowed, his tone turning cold.
Ella’s heart sank. As she expected, he wouldn’t agree.
After all, Henry was Grace’s son, and her request might have seemed too much.