Jojo and Coco's Unexpected Love

Chapter 640 Harold Falls Into a Coma

Joseph stood up to pour a glass of water while keeping his back to Octavia. "If you want to start a business, go ahead and do it," he said calmly.

Harold had instructed him to help Octavia wherever possible if it did not affect his own interests. Regardless of her personality, it was a fact that Preston had cheated on her.

"Why are you—" Octavia started to ask.

"When you’ve achieved something in your business, I will consider helping you if you encounter any difficulties," he replied.

Octavia fell silent, and her tears stopped flowing. As she gazed at the impassive Joseph, memories of his childhood resurfaced. She remembered how unkind she had been to him when he was younger. He had always been stoic, cold, and unfriendly to everyone, making him quite unlikeable. In the past, she had tried to undermine Joseph multiple times to ensure that Harold would focus on nurturing Jonathan. Even now, she held the belief that Harold favored Joseph more than her son.

But despite her initial denial, she could not ignore the fact that Joseph's achievements had far outshined her son's throughout the years. This realization made her question if she had been on the wrong side all along.

Octavia's behavior changed, and she transformed into a different person. After deeply reflecting on the past twenty years of her life, she finally came to a profound realization. Meanwhile, Jonathan could not get Chloe to be sent to the station and left dejectedly. As he walked away, he blamed his mother for everything.

Silence fell over the ward.

Joseph took Chloe's hand and said softly, "The Sinclairs have had their eyes on Jon for a long time. The things I said earlier weren't true. I believe that you’d never do such a thing to Grandpa."

Joseph had learned his mistake from what happened with Preston.

Chloe lowered her gaze, her voice soft as she replied, "It's okay." After all, she did not care anymore.

"How about I get the driver to take you home while I stay here with Grandpa?" Joseph suggested.

"No thanks, I don't want to go home," Chloe replied. She knew that if she went home, she would not be able to fall asleep as Harold's life hung in the balance.

As Joseph looked at her pure, makeup-free face, the peach fuzz on her skin visible, his eyes softened with tenderness. "I'll ask the nurses to prepare the neighboring room for you. If you feel tired, you can rest there."

"Okay."

Time passed minute after minute. Late into the night, the doctor came to check on Harold multiple times, but there were no signs of him waking up. Joseph and Chloe became increasingly worried.

At 6 in the early hours of the winter morning, the long nights and short days added to the somber atmosphere. The darkness outside cast an oppressive gloom over everything. Chloe could not stop pacing back and forth outside the ward, trying to release her pent-up anxiety and restlessness.

The doctor remained vigilant, keeping an eye on the monitoring data. He came after attending a morning meeting. Deciphering the readings on the medical equipment, the doctor's previously furrowed brow eased slightly, "Mr. Harold is stable for the time being."

Chloe's eyes brightened and welled up with tears of gratitude, "Really? Thank you so much, doctor"

"But there isn’t much hope of him regaining consciousness in the short term," the doctor said. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Joseph's brow furrowed, "Are you saying he has fallen into a coma?"

"Yes."

"What are the chances of him recovering?"

"It's hard to say. Given his age, his organs and physical condition can't be compared to that of a young person. The fact that he has survived this far is already a miracle."

"Doctor, is there anything we can do to help his condition?" Chloe asked proactively, refusing to give up.

"You can hire a few caregivers to assist with the daily tasks that need taking care of. And talk to him as much as you can. Although he's in a coma, he might still be able to hear sounds from the outside world."