My Husband Brought His Pregnant Mistress to My Clinic
Chapter 4
“Jack, will I also……I'm so scared……”
Jack's voice went soft, soothing：
“Stop overthinking. You'll be fine.”
Lavinia only cried harder：
“But it really hurts so much……”
“And I keep feeling dizzy and nauseous, like my whole body's wrong.”
“Jack, do you think that Dr. Pruitt did it on purpose? She hates me so much, she must want to get back at me……”
I pushed the door open and walked in.
Lavinia's crying cut off instantly.
She shrank into Jack's arms without thinking.
Jack looked up at me, his expression darkening on the spot.
“Viola. Perfect timing.”
“Lavinia's stomach hurts, she's dizzy, she's nauseous—what the hell did you do to her in that surgery?”
I looked at him. My voice was steady：
“The surgery was successful. Mild abdominal pain and nausea are normal post-op reactions. They'll pass in a few days.”
He curled his lip in a cold smile：
“What kind of 'normal reaction' hurts like that? You're just getting back at her and you know it.”
“If you're going to make accusations, bring evidence. You can check the surgical records or have another doctor examine her. If there really was a problem with my procedure, I'll take full responsibility.”
He laughed in disbelief, shoving to his feet：
“Take responsibility? If something happens to Lavinia, you think responsibility covers it?”
I looked at him and felt nothing but exhaustion：
“Suit yourself. I still have other patients to see. If you need something, call the nurse.”
I turned to leave.
He grabbed my arm：
“Don't you walk away from me!”
I wrenched free.
That was when Lavinia let out a sharp scream and collapsed flat on the bed.
Jack startled, lunging to the bedside：
“Lavinia! Lavinia, what's wrong? Wake up!”
She didn't respond at all.
Jack whipped around and fixed me with a vicious glare：
“What did you do to her?”
“I didn't do anything.”
“And you still dare stand there and deny it!”
He rushed at me and seized my collar：
“You came in here on your rounds and drugged her, didn't you! You vicious woman!”
“If she doesn't wake up today, I'll kill you!”
Then he raised his hand and slapped me across the face.
A sharp crack. My head snapped to the side, blood seeping from the corner of my mouth.
The entire room went silent.
Jack froze too.
He stared at his own hand, a flicker of panic in his eyes.
It was gone almost instantly, swallowed by anger.
“You brought this on yourself.”
I turned my head back slowly and looked at him.
No expression on my face.
Whatever was left inside me died right there.
I reached up and gently pushed his hand away.
Smoothed the wrinkles he'd twisted into my white coat.
Then I turned and walked out of the room without looking back.
Back in my office, I took out my phone.
I called a college friend who'd become a lawyer.
Asked her to draft divorce papers for me as fast as she could.
After I hung up, I stared out the window.
The sun was bright. Inside me, everything was ice.
My phone rang.
I thought it was my friend calling back with an update and answered quickly.
The next second, my mother-in-law's voice came through, scorching with fury：
“Viola! You shameless, worthless woman! I must have been out of my mind letting you into this family! Can't have a baby yourself so you won't let anyone else have one either! How can you be so vicious!”
“I heard all about it. That poor girl was carrying Jack's child and nearly died! Ectopic pregnancy, my foot—we never had anything like that in our family before. You're the doctor. You must have done something to her!”
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