Goodbye My Arrogant Ex (Marguerite and Leonard) novel Chapter 307

“I can’t, I just can’t. I’m too old to take on that kind of risk. And after the surgery, I’d be miserable for weeks—maybe months—lying in a hospital bed, and I just don’t want to spend my days in agony like that.”

“My health isn’t great as it is, but at least I still have my freedom. If I want to get up and walk around, I can. I can make myself a cup of tea, sit by the window, do whatever I fancy. If I go through with this surgery, I’ll be bedridden, and who knows how long it would take to recover. At my age, there are just too many risks, too much uncertainty—I can’t bear it.”

“But I do know you’re only doing this because you care about me, and I’m grateful for that. Truly, I am. But as for the surgery, my mind is made up. There’s no room for negotiation—I won’t do it.”

Mrs. Murphy didn’t hesitate for a moment. Her refusal was firm, her tone resolute.

“Grandma, we’ve already asked around about this procedure. It’s just a minimally invasive operation—you wouldn’t even have to stay in the hospital for long. The wounds would heal in a couple of days,” Marguerite pleaded, her voice gentle but desperate.

“Leonard’s brought in the best specialists from here and abroad. They’ve done this surgery countless times, and it’s always gone well. We’d never suggest it if there weren’t a real chance of success. We know you’re not as strong as you used to be, and the last thing we want is to put you through unnecessary pain or risk.”

“All right, that’s enough,” Mrs. Murphy said, her voice weary but gentle. “I know how much effort you’ve put into this—how much time you’ve spent, how hard you worked to bring that doctor here from abroad. But I told you last time, and I’ll tell you again: I simply can’t do it.”

“I’m too old for all this fuss. If you were in my shoes, you’d understand. So please, both of you, stop insisting. You’ve got your own lives, your own busy work schedules. Don’t waste any more time worrying about me.”