Because of His Mistress’s Lies, My Child and I Died in Operation Table

Alas, Tom interrupted her, "That's enough! Are you ever going to stop? You're just an employee of my family's hospital, so please stop calling Regina Dr. Whitaker every time you talk to me. It's bad enough she's causing trouble, but you're all helping her?"

The young nurse tried to say more, but Tom had already hung up.

A trace of impatience flashed in his eyes.

Five days later, he finally dialed my number for the first time, but no one was going to answer it anymore.

Frustrated, he tossed the phone onto the sofa, only to pick it up again a few minutes later. Staring at our blank chat window that had been silent for days, he let out a heavy sigh and typed a message.

[Regina, can you please stop making a fuss? I really did lose my temper with you that day when Dina was giving birth because I was worried. If someone who works for me gets into trouble, how can I ever do business outside again? Especially Dina, you know that she saved my life eight years ago. We can't be ungrateful people.]

[I've always been careful. I even asked Dr. Law about your condition beforehand. He said there wouldn't be any problem with a natural birth. I had five specialists on standby that day. You're my wife, and you were carrying my child. How could I ever bear for something to happen to you?]

[Hurry up and bring the child back. The baby is small, and you need someone to look after you, too. I'll be waiting for you at home.]

After sending the messages, Tom sank back into the sofa.

Suddenly, a thunderstorm erupted outside. He quickly stood up and called his driver. "Get ready, take me to the hospital. Regina is scared of thunder. I need to be with her."

No sooner had he hung up than the phone rang again. Tom hesitated for two seconds when he saw the caller ID, but he still answered it.

Dina's tearful voice instantly came through the line, "Tom, it's thundering outside, and the baby won't stop crying. I'm so scared."

The driver had already braved the rain to enter the building. "Mr. Lynch, the car is ready."

Later, Tom walked through the storm and got into the car.

Watching the driver head towards the hospital, he spoke in a low voice, "Don't go to the hospital. Take me to Miss Dawson's residence."

Dina was waiting in the yard with an umbrella. The moment she saw Tom, she dropped it and threw herself into his arms, not a trace of fear visible on her face.

Tom stroked her hair repeatedly, about to comfort her, when his cell phone rang urgently in his pocket.

He answered, and the police officer on the other end spoke in a serious tone, "Mr. Lynch, five days ago, a fatal accident occurred at a hospital affiliated with the Lynch Corporation. The deceased is your … "

"I know, I've already asked someone to send compensation to the family," he said.

The police officer's tone became even more serious upon hearing Tom's voice, "It's not about the compensation. The deceased … "

"Alright, you can contact Miss Dawson for this kind of thing. I have other things to do. I'll hang up now." Tom interrupted the police officer again and hung up the phone directly.

He turned off his phone as he pulled Dina into his arms, murmuring, "A few days ago, one of the doctors in Lynch Hospital died during surgery. I've already arranged everything, but it seems the family isn't satisfied. I'm sorry to trouble you, Dina. I'll need you to visit them again tomorrow."

Tom trailed off, his gaze falling on the stroller in the room. Seemingly remembering something, he called his subordinate and gave detailed instructions. "Go find this traditional doctor. Have him prepare some nourishing tonics according to this prescription and send them to the hospital. It's been five days; my wife has been arguing with me and probably hasn't eaten much. Go now."

"Forget it. Just bring him to the hospital. Have him examine the baby, too."