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

At that moment, my body could no longer be kept in the hospital morgue.

The hospital director had reported it to the police, but Tom Lynch, as my only family member in this world, still hadn't come to deal with the matter.

Dina did show up once. But she just stood there for a moment, then said, "Just bury her anywhere."

The director simply said 'yes,' yet he felt deeply uneasy. So, he chose to arrange a funeral for me without telling Dina.

Today was the day I was to be buried. After hanging up the phone, the young nurse hurried to help with my funeral arrangements.

Tom, seeing the phone hang up, flew into a rage again.

He violently smashed his phone on the ground, secretly cursing, "Fine! Regina! Just wait! After I marry another woman and become a father to another woman's child, let's see where you'll go to cry your regrets!"

After saying this, he went back to the room and kissed Dina on the forehead. Right then, that woman clung to Tom, urging him playfully."Tom, let's hurry to the hospital to get ready. Today is the most important day for me and the baby. I don't want anything to go wrong."

Tom buried his head in Dina's neck, seeking comfort passionately. "It's still early, no rush. I've already given instructions to the hospital … "

But Dina pushed him away with a coquettish laugh. "You might not be in a hurry, but I am. Come on, let's go."

Unable to resist her persistence, Tom reluctantly set off two hours early with Dina.

The hospital knew Tom was coming today for the adoption banquet, so they'd started preparing my funeral arrangements early.

Still, they hadn't expected him to arrive this soon.

The moment his car pulled into the hospital parking lot, the staff scrambled to dismantle the memorial altar. Unfortunately, it was already too late.

Tom walked in to find the floor littered with mourning banners and chrysanthemums.

His expression darkened instantly. Grabbing the hospital director by the collar, he snarled through gritted teeth, "Gregory Law, how can you manage things like this? Whose funeral arrangements are being held in the hospital? Don't you know today is my wedding day?"

Gregory frantically signaled with his eyes to his subordinates, urging them to clear away the items on the floor quickly. The staff, clearly understanding his meaning, swarmed forward to gather the scattered objects.

However, Tom sensed their unusual behavior.

He suddenly stepped forward and stomped on the mourning banner at his feet. He glared at Gregory with wide eyes as he inquired, "What are you hiding? I'll see who's so bold as to hold a funeral at my family's hospital on my wedding day!"

He swiftly bent down and yanked the mourning banner from beneath his foot.

On the stark white paper, the intense black handwriting was painfully clear and sharp. "Our heartfelt condolences on the passing of Doctor Regina Whitaker."