Chapter 578 - 577: Fairy Tales Are All Lies

Chapter 578: Chapter 577: Fairy Tales Are All Lies

This condition can be conservatively treated, but there is fear of possible sequelae later on.

The best method is to undergo surgery.

Nathan Foster holds a crucial position, and there was no way for him to accompany her abroad for surgery without resigning from his position.

At first, when she woke up, everything seemed fine, just like everyone else—everything was normal.

But clearly, Nathan Foster noticed something was off about her.

When she walked, it seemed normal, but she kept bumping into things. Even when there was a door straight ahead, she would walk into it without pushing it open.

To put it plainly, her responses were sluggish.

Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, but when it happens repeatedly, it’s a problem.

Nathan Foster took her to get checked out by Vincent, and only then did they find out it was a blood clot pressing on the nerves.

If treated conservatively, there wasn’t much hope for recovery, at most it wouldn’t worsen.

But over time, the compressed area could become necrotic, rendering surgery ineffective at that point.

However, surgery also carries risks, especially since it’s in the head—if the surgery fails, the consequences are unpredictable.

Nathan pondered for a long time, consulted South Grant for his opinion, and then arranged for her to withdraw from school, get everything in order, and go abroad for treatment.

Vincent introduced Nathan Foster to an expert authority in this field, a surgeon whose operations almost never failed.

But the expert was quite advanced in age and no longer took on surgeries.

Nathan Foster took South Grant abroad this time, specifically to seek medical help.

Chester Lynch originally thought the treatment would be quick, but unexpectedly, this waiting went on for two years.

At this time, in a European manor, a young girl lay on a deck chair placed on the lawn of the courtyard, her eyes closed, as if asleep.

Sunlight spilled over her body, and she looked like a porcelain doll with skin crystal clear.

Her eyelashes were long, thick, and curled. Perhaps she was dreaming, as she furrowed her brows slightly at this moment.

It was an indescribable beauty, like a spring breeze rippling across an autumn lake.

This girl was South Grant.

In the past two years, she had undergone a significant transformation.

The biggest change was in her appearance; once short-haired, she now had long hair.

Previously, she was always in men’s attire, exuding a handsome vigor, but now, there was a delicate charm amidst her elegance.

This is a young girl’s growth, as they say, "The face is a reflection of the heart." This probably describes someone like South Grant.

In the many years before, she had to protect her younger siblings and fight to reclaim everything, she had to be strong, and unknowingly, there was always an extra air of vigor about her.

In these two years, Nathan Foster almost spoiled her into a little princess; she didn’t have any worries and could only focus on recuperating.

The surgery was successful, but the recovery period was very long.

During this long recovery period, Nathan Foster was almost always by her side.

Protecting others and being protected feels very different.

South Grant’s vigorous spirit faded, and a touch of charm appeared.

When Nathan Foster returned from outside, he saw her wearing a long dress lying in the courtyard. He walked over, picked her up, and was about to head back.

At that moment, South Grant opened her eyes, resting her arms on Nathan Foster’s shoulders, playfully saying:

"I thought you would kiss me awake, just like the prince waking up the Sleeping Beauty in fairy tales."

Nathan Foster twitched the corners of his mouth and then said, "Fairy tales are all lies."

South Grant tilted her head, looking at him, "Then tell me one that’s not a lie."