Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 704

Chapter 704: No medicine works better for a father than his daughter’s smile.

Inside the ICU, Idris lay motionless on the hospital bed, his strong arms diminished by tubes and wires that seemed to swallow him whole.

Machines beeped steadily at his side, while the doctors moved around, doing their best to keep him stable.

Arwen stood outside, watching him. Her vision was still blurred with the traces of tears she had shed earlier. Her father —the man who had once stood so tall, so untouchable by many —now looked frail and vulnerable.

"Ms. Quinn, you should sit now," Robin said softly as he stood beside her, a step behind. "You have been standing for more than two hours. Your —"

"It’s alright." Arwen shook her head, her gaze fixed, never moving from the glass window. "I am fine."

Robin stared at her, his expression complicated. All these days, he had seen Idris worry endlessly about his daughter, and today, it was the daughter who was consumed with worry for him. If his boss knew it, Robin thought, he would have felt peace.

Right then, the ICU door clicked open.

Hearing the sound, Arwen instantly turned, stepping forward. She waited with bated breath as the doctor stepped out, his face showing the fatigue of long hours.

"Doctor, how is he now?" she asked hurriedly.

The doctor gave her a brief glance before offering her a faint smile. "You can breathe a little easier now," he said reassuringly. "He is out of danger. We were able to stablize his vitals. And with that, currently there is no immediate risk to his life."

Arwen’s chest rose with a shaky breath. "So ... he will get better?" she asked almost immediately, as though she needed that confirmation as soon as possible. Her gaze flickered towards her father, who was still lying unconscious behind the glass. Seeing him, she couldn’t help but grow more anxious. "Then why hasn’t he woken up yet? It has already been a few hours and —"

"Easy, child," the doctor said gently, sensing her turmoil. "Your father has suffered a heart attack and is still under the effect of heavy medication. He won’t wake up so soon. It will take time. As I said, he is out of danger —that means he will get better. However ..."

He paused, his tone shifting to a more serious one. Arwen’s brows knitted deeper.

"His recovery wouldn’t be fast." The doctor continued, explaining further. "He suffered two heart attacks in less than two weeks. That has weakened his heart considerably. From here, the journey will depend largely on rest and lifestyle management. He needs to avoid stress entirely —no shocks, no emotional burdens. Only then can he regain his strength."

Arwen’s fingers curled slightly against her palm, her throat tightening at his words. She knew, deep down, that she was the cause of his stress. The very reason his heart had suffered so much.

"I understand," she whispered, her voice low but firm.

The doctor glanced at her and offered a warm smile. "Don’t worry too much. With such a daughter by his side, he will recover faster than you think. You just have to smile at him every day. Believe me —no medicine works better for a father than his daughter’s smile." With that, he gave her a final nod before excusing himself.

Arwen remained rooted to her spot, her gaze drifting back to her father. For a long moment, she said nothing. Her chest felt heavy, but something eased her worries a little.

She stood there for a while longer before finally moving to sit down on the chair on the side.

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