Chapter 98
Jaime’s expression darkened, but instead of coming at me, he turned to lan, his eyes cold and sharp. “It’s your fault. You performed the surgery. You refused to let anyone else assist. You must have done something to cause the baby’s death.”}
Without warning, Jaime lunged at lan, throwing a wild punch at his face. Ian wasn’t one to back down; he retaliated instantly, driving a kick into Jaime’s stomach.
“If you hadn’t pushed to cut Zara open right then and there, I wouldn’t be in this mess. Trish wouldn’t be dead. This is all on you!” Jaime spat, his fists swinging furiously.
lan dodged, grabbed a vase from the nearby table and swung it toward Jaime’s head. “If Zara hadn’t found out about you and Trish, I wouldn’t have had to marry her just to protect the baby. This is all because of you! You ruined everything!“}}
The two men were going at each other with the kind of fury that left no room for restraint. Blood was drawn, fists connected with flesh and yet neither of them seemed willing to back down. Security hesitated, uncertain whether to intervene.
Meanwhile, I seized the moment. With a few taps on my phone, I started a live stream and injected a hefty sum to boost its visibility. Within minutes, my stream was trending, the viewer count skyrocketing.
Comments flooded in:
“So lan tricked Zara into marriage? What a scumbag!”
“Disgusting. He ruined one woman for the sake of his ‘first love, and now she’s dead. Karma came fast!“}]
“They’re fighting over that woman? And not out of grief, they fight because their dirty secrets got exposed? Poor Zara, stuck between two absolute scumbags.””
I watched the chaos unfold before me, then turned my attention to Jaime. “Jaime, don’t forget–lan was the one who performed the surgery. It was his hands that took your child’s life. To be frank, you’re two peas in the same pod. But… if you need someone to blame, we’re on the same side.”
Jaime froze for a moment, then realization hit him like a freight train. His bloodshot eyes burned with renewed fury. Without hesitation, he reached for the shattered glass from the broken vase.
“lan,” he growled, his voice trembling with rage, “you killed my child. You killed Trish. I’m going to make you pay.“}
Before lan could react, Jaime drove a shard of glass straight through lan’s palm.
A bloodcurdling scream tore through the air. Ian staggered back, clutching his mangled hand, his face drained of all color. “My hand!” he shrieked. “Somebody help me! My hand!“}
I knew exactly what he was panicking about. Even if he had been blacklisted by the hospital, his skills could still land him a job at a private clinic. But now? With his hand destroyed, he had no future in surgery. His career was over.
Just then, security finally mustered the courage to act. The doors burst open and police officers rushed in, dragging both men apart and hauling them away.
Jaime was arrested for assault. lan, though spared from jail, was left with a useless hand. His days as a surgeon were officially over. Days later, as I prepared for discharge, lan found me again. He looked nothing like the confident, ambitious Dr. Seymour he had once been. His eyes were sunken, his stubble unkempt. He looked defeated.}
“I’ll agree to the divorce,” he muttered. “But on one condition–you convince the hospital to withdraw their lawsuit against me.”
It was pathetic. Even now, all he cared about was securing himself a future. Without his hands, without his reputation, he had nothing left. But if the hospital dropped the case, he could still scrape together a life working in some second–rate clinic. It wouldn’t be glamorous, but he wouldn’t starve./
I smiled coldly. “Fine. Sign the divorce papers and I’ll take care of it.”
I handed him the documents I had prepared long ago. Without hesitation, lan picked up a pen and scrawled his signature across the page.
