My Ex-husband Begged me to Save Him
Chapter 7
After Greg left, the hospital room fell silent.
It felt like a grave.
Ronda pulled the needle out of the back of her hand. Blood gushed out, yet she felt no pain.
She got out of bed and touched the cold floor with her bare feet. She walked towards the window step by step.
It was the 16th floor.
The bustling traffic and flickering neon lights below displayed the most vibrant night view of Cyburris.
Just days ago, she was at the pinnacle of the bustling city, admired by all as Greg's wife.
But she had nothing now.
Her hand was ruined, her baby was gone, and her reputation was destroyed.
She even lost her home.
Suddenly, the phone, abandoned in the corner, started vibrating.
Ronda ignored it.
The vibration persisted for a long time. Then it stopped and started again, like an unrelenting pestering.
Ronda hesitated. But she eventually walked over and picked it up.
An unfamiliar number flashed on the screen.
She answered it, and an elderly yet authoritative voice came through. "Is that Ronda?"
Ronda froze.
It sounded like... her mentor, the country's neurosurgery expert, Professor Kenneth Rogers, who had strongly opposed her marriage to Greg back then.
"Professor..." Ronda's tears flowed freely, like a river unleashed.
"Ronda, I've noticed the news." Kenneth's voice was filled with suppressed anger and concern. "That brat, Greg, has gone too far. Don't be afraid. As long as I breathe, I won't let them mistreat you this way."
"Professor, I... I've let you down..." Ronda sobbed and collapsed to the floor. "My hand is ruined... I can't perform surgery anymore..."
"Nonsense!" Kenneth's voice thundered. "I knew you when you were a little girl. You are more resilient than anyone else. As long as there's some nerve function remaining, there's hope. Even if it can't be treated here, we'll go abroad. Remember, your hands are meant to save others, not to serve guys. Greg is not worthy."
"But... I've signed..."
"What did you sign? A patent transfer agreement?" Kenneth sneered, "That agreement is legally void. Your core data from back then is backed up with me. It's a highly classified project. It's not something Greg can transfer. If he dares to act, I'll ensure he ends up behind bars."
Ronda's lifeless heart started beating after she heard those words.
Kenneth was right.
She still had Kenneth and unfinished dreams.
Why should she die for a scoundrel like Greg?
He and Rose deserved that.
"Professor... I want to leave here." Ronda dried her tears. A fire of revenge ignited in her eyes. "I want to heal my hand and take back what belonged to me."
"Good. That's my good mentee." Kenneth said excitedly, "I've already arranged everything for you. There's a private plane to Anceburg at one o'clock in the early morning. Wait at the hospital's back door. Someone will pick you up. Remember, leave everything behind and keep moving forward."
"Okay." Hanging up the phone, Ronda looked out of the window, and her gaze turned extremely cold.
At one the next morning, a discreet black car was parked at the hospital's back entrance.
Ronda was dressed as a cleaner with a mask and a hat. She successfully avoided all surveillance cameras and quietly slipped out.
Before getting into the car, she glanced back at the brightly lit hospital building.
The director's office on the top floor was still aglow.
Greg was celebrating Rose's "promotion," partying through the night.
"Greg, Rose." Ronda silently repeated their names in her mind. "I will repay a hundredfold the humiliation I received today. Just wait."
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