Emergency Lane: Blocked by the Mob

Medical resources nearby were limited and underdeveloped, and this hospital was particularly remote. I could tell that the surgeon called in at the last minute lacked skill.

"The child is still breathing. Hurry, give me the scalpel!" the surgeon said.

Hearing that Wesley was still alive reignited my hope.

At that critical moment, Lilian's fierce voice rang out from outside the door. "You're all useless doctors! What do you mean by 'minor injury'? He's bleeding this badly. What if he gets tetanus? Get every doctor out here right now!"

Someone tried to object, saying, "No, we can't. The doctors inside are performing a rescue. They can't be interrupted."

My heart felt like it had been pierced by a blade. I only hoped that Lilian would allow Wesley to receive proper treatment. If nothing else, I hoped it would be for the eight years we had both longed for this child.

Just then, I heard a gunshot echo throughout the entire hospital.

Immediately after, Lilian roared, "Get every doctor out here right now!"

The next second, someone forced the operating room door open.

A lackey covered his mouth and whispered to Anna Spencer, the gang's second-in-command, "Anna, isn't this the baby from the photo in Lilian's wallet? Lilian has a son in Zorveth. Could this be him?"

Anna shot him a warning look and scolded him under her breath. "If he were Lilian's son, wouldn't she recognize him? We just need to follow her orders."

Through the glass door, I could just make out the blurred face of Lilian's new husband.

Then I remembered. He was Lilian's first love, Kenneth Taylor. People in our social circle used to say that she married me only to provoke him. Yet her obsessive affection after our marriage had made me believe that she truly loved me.

On the operating table beside me, Wesley flailed his hands in a desperate attempt, as if trying to reach for help. He wanted to live so badly, but his movements grew weaker with each passing second.

Over the past two months, he had cried in my arms countless times, clutching my finger with his tiny hand and sucking on it. He was so fragile and delicate. How could Lilian bear to have others hurt him like this?

In the end, when Lilian summoned the surgeon away, Wesley stopped struggling.

Outside the operating room, more than a dozen doctors surrounded Kenneth, who was dressed in his groom's suit. They focused on a wound on his hand that was less than four inches long. The one orchestrating all of this was Lilian.

Hearing that a baby still awaited rescue in the operating room, she sneered. "It's just a child. If he dies, so be it. His mother wasn't even there during the rescue. Even if he survives, he'll still be a motherless child. Hurry and ease my husband's pain."

As she spoke, her gaze returned to Kenneth's wound. She cradled his hand, blowing on it and even licking it. She was utterly overwhelmed with worry.

Lilian was right. She hadn't been there during the rescue, and even if Wesley survived, no one would care for him. When did she become capable of saying something so cruel about our child?

I looked at the newlyweds outside the operating room, their blissful love almost painful to witness. It was as if Wesley were nothing but a cursed burden. I even felt that if Wesley died, Lilian would be happier.

At the thought, a wave of despair washed over me.