"Aiden!" I yelled angrily, just wanted him to go back quickly to save my daughter.
They separated immediately.
"How did you find me? Did you put a tracker in my car?" Aiden questioned.
I didn't dare to waste time, so I reached out to pull him, "No time to explain. Our daughter had a car accident and is in the ICU. Only you can save her."
He shook off my hand angrily. "Clare, are you done yet? Why do you always think Maria and I are doing something wrong? I'm here to perform surgery on Maria's daughter."
"Clare, I understand you're jealous, but my daughter needs Aiden's help," Maria added pitifully.
Tears streamed down my face. "Aiden, you're choosing to save someone else's daughter over your own?"
"Clare, Maria was my first love, but that's in the past. Now Maria's daughter has meningitis, and I came here to save her. You followed me and cursed my daughter. You are becoming more despicable and vicious," he said contemptuously.
"Aiden, our daughter is in the ICU. Come with me and see for yourself."
I cried bitterly and my whole body was shaking with anxiety.
"Clare, I know you can't stand seeing us together, but my daughter needs Aiden for surgery. Don't be jealous now," Maria interrupted.
"Shut up!"
I slapped her.
"Clare, how dare you hit Maria!" Aiden was furious and moved to hit me, but Maria stopped him.
"Aiden, you need to perform surgery soon. Don't get angry," Maria said calmly.
"It's almost time. I'll wait in the operating room," Aiden turned and left.
I rushed forward and tried to hold Aiden, but Maria held me back.
"Aiden, please, come back and save our daughter." I cried and called out.
But he didn't even turn his head.
"My daughter really needs you to save her. Please, come back with me..."
He disappeared from my sight.
Grief-stricken and exhausted, I cried until I fainted.
When I woke up, I found myself lying in a hospital bed.
I walked out of the ward and soon saw Aiden in the ward across from mine.
"Mr. Stewart, thank you for performing the surgery on me," said Molly, Maria's daughter, lying in her hospital bed.
"Molly, from now on, you can call Mr. Stewart 'Godfather,'" Maria said with a smile.
"Godfather," Molly called sweetly.
"Be good!" Aiden gently touched Molly's forehead. "Take good care of yourself."
"Her daughter's surgery is complete. Can you go back with me?" I said anxiously.