Because of His Mistress’s Lies, My Child and I Died in Operation TableChapter 1
Just because I was a few minutes late for an emergency on the day my husband's secretary gave birth, he called away all the doctors in the operating room while I was in labor.
He said coldly, "You said it was fine to wait a little longer! I'll have them come back tomorrow to deliver your baby!"
Three days later, he came to the hospital, and upon seeing the cute little baby in someone else's arms, he suddenly thought of me.
"It's been three days. Where did Regina go with the baby? Why isn't she home yet?" he wondered.
One of the nurses answered, "Dr. Whitaker had a difficult labor that day. Both she and the baby died in the operating room."
"Impossible! I left five specialists there! I told them to go in the moment Regina cried out in pain! How could she possibly die?" Tom retorted.
A young nurse standing nearby spoke up timidly, "Sir, right after you left, Miss Dawson said her old injury was acting up and her back was hurting. So she took the specialists you left with her. Actually, her back wasn't injured at all. It was only later, when we reviewed Dr. Whitaker's medical records, that we discovered that the person who rescued you from the fire wasn't your secretary, but Dr. Whitaker … "
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Slap!
Tom slapped the nurse across the face and shouted, "Nonsense! Does she really think giving birth to a child for my family makes her so special? Now she's telling you lies about that fire in front of me? How shameless!"
"Dina jumped from the third floor to save me, and now her back hurts whenever the weather changes. I'm by her side every day, how could I not know?"
The nurse, clutching her reddened cheek, tremblingly placed the report in her hands on the table.
"But Miss Dawson's medical reports over the years have never shown any back injury. Meanwhile, Dr. Whitaker's reports show more than ten crushed fractures in her lower spine, along with severe burns. The treatment date was the very same day as the fire, eight years ago."
"It's all clearly written in this report. Please take a look." The nurse, with a slightly pleading tone, pushed the report on the table towards Tom again.
He glanced down at the stack of reports, then threw them directly into the trash can.