“Seraphine, what do you mean by this?” His voice was sharp, almost angry.
I bit back the chill crawling up my spine and prepared to talk about the divorce.
But he didn’t let me speak.
“Stop framing me! Ivy’s posts have nothing to do with your sister’s death. If you dare come to the hospital, stir up trouble, and ruin her graduation — or worse, jeopardize my position — we’re done! We’ll divorce!”
He hung up on me.
I sat there holding my phone, stunned.
My heart had already gone cold, but it still managed to ache. For one foolish moment, I thought he’d called because he saw the divorce agreement.
But no — he hadn’t even looked at it.
He only called to protect his mistress.
Suppressing my fury, I typed out a message.
“Lucian, I suggest you find out exactly whose sister was on that operating table today before you start barking at me.”
But when I hit send, a red exclamation point appeared.
Blocked.
I laughed aloud, bitter and incredulous.
Fine. If he didn’t care about his own sister, why should I?
That very afternoon, while entertaining an important client at work, I got the call — Helena had been in a car accident.
Without hesitation, I dropped everything and rushed to the hospital.
But when I arrived, the ward was empty — no one from the Lin family was with her.
I called Lucian.
He sounded irritated.
“I’m on leave. Find another doctor.”
When I insisted, he finally agreed to come — dragging along Ivy, of course.
Helena had a cerebral hemorrhage and dangerously high intracranial pressure. She needed emergency decompression.
Lucian swore he would do the surgery himself.
I believed him.
Back then, I thought it was just a simple craniotomy — nothing could possibly go wrong.
The news that the surgery had failed was so absurd, I almost laughed.
Lucian still hadn’t realized that the one lying in the operating room… was his own sister.
So he hadn’t even performed the surgery himself?
A strange chill spread through me. Helena’s body had been lying in the hospital all day — surely someone should have informed the Lin family by now.
But Lucian still acted as though nothing had happened.
Just as I was trying to piece things together, I heard the click of the front door.
Lucian walked in, Ivy trailing behind him, dressed to perfection and smiling coyly.