Chapter 498 You Are Now Under My Control
"Give me back my son! My son died because of you! Because of you!"
"Sweetheart! Wake up! You can't die, what will I do if you die?"
"Sweetheart!"
Amidst the chaos and cries, Zach, wearing a white lab coat, emerged from the room with a solemn expression. As soon as he stepped out, two women rushed at him simultaneously!
"You operated on my son! You killed him, you bastard!"
"Give me back my husband!"
Zach was immobilized as the two women clung to his legs and arms. "Ladies, please calm down. Your son was already in critical condition when he arrived at the hospital. We did our best."
"You're lying! Who gave you permission to operate on him? He wouldn't have died if you hadn't! We didn't sign any consent forms!"
Zach was momentarily taken aback. "Ladies, please let go."
"Smack!"
A slap landed on Zach's cheek, leaving a red mark. The patient's wife glared at him with bloodshot eyes. "You scum!"
Ophelia, seeing the woman slap Zach, immediately rushed forward. Her speed was so fast that no one saw where she came from. She stood in front of Zach, exuding a fierce aura.
"Hey! How can you hit someone?"
The sudden appearance of the slender woman in a dress stunned everyone, including the crying woman, who paused and stared at her in a daze.
"Who are you? Get out of here!"
The woman, snapping out of her shock, turned her anger towards Ophelia, who naturally became the target of her grief.
Zach, worried that the patient might lose control and hit someone, said to Ophelia, "This isn't your concern. Go back."
Ophelia refused. "Of course, it's my concern. Your problem is my problem. We can't just stand by when lives are at stake."
The crying woman clung tightly to Zach's leg, preventing him from leaving. "Give me back my son! Give me back my son!"
"Give me back my husband! Give me back my husband!"
Zach's cheek bore a red handprint from the slap. Ophelia, seeing the incongruous mark on his usually gentle face, felt a surge of anger. "Zach, you got slapped and didn't even react. Are you out of your mind?"
The woman beside them started tearing at Zach's lab coat, which was soon in tatters. Zach continued to try to calm them down. "Ladies, we're very sorry for your loss, but our doctors did everything they could. Your husband's injuries were too severe. We can show you the medical report."
"Medical report? You just let people die! You're murderers!"
Ophelia couldn't stand their shouting any longer. "Crying and making a scene won't bring your husband or son back. Now's the time to think about what to do next."
Ophelia's words only provoked the women further. They turned their fury on her. "Who do you think you are? Get out! Get out!"
As they began to attack Ophelia, Zach tried to protect her, but before he could, Ophelia had already subdued one of the women with a swift move, pinning her to the ground effortlessly.
Dr. Moore, Ryan, and several nurses watched in astonishment as the seemingly delicate woman took control of the situation. They looked at Zach, silently asking what was going on.
Before Zach could respond, Ophelia had already subdued the second woman. In a matter of seconds, both women were under her control.
"Let go of me, you bitch!"
"Let go of me!"
Ignoring their struggles and insults, Ophelia pressed their arms down. "I sympathize with your loss, but attacking the doctors is not the way to handle this."
The small-scale commotion ended with Ophelia's intervention. The two grieving family members followed the body to the morgue, still sobbing.
But the matter was far from over.
After they left, several doctors shook their heads in sorrow. "This patient's case is going to cause a lot of trouble."
"If he died from the fall, the construction site should be responsible for compensation. But if he died from a failed surgery without family consent, our hospital will bear most of the responsibility."
"Not just the hospital. There will be a huge impact on Dr. Mitchell."
Ophelia overheard their murmurs but didn't care. She approached Zach, who looked lost. "Are you okay? Did that slap knock you senseless?"
Zach had no mood for jokes. He straightened his disheveled lab coat and said dejectedly, "Why are you still here?"
Ophelia pouted. "I drove you here. I need to make sure you get back safely. Those two won't let this go easily. If you keep up with your gentlemanly principles, they'll tear you apart."
Zach glanced at her. "I'll go back on my own."
"Hey, Zach, why are you acting all aloof with me? If you had the guts, you should've done that with them earlier." Ophelia let go of his arm, clearly frustrated.
Zach had seen many life-and-death situations in the hospital, but the loss of a life still affected him deeply. His eyes showed a sadness that only a doctor feels when losing a patient. "They just lost their loved ones. You can't understand their pain."
Ophelia brushed her hair back in exasperation. "Zach, are you okay? If you react like this every time a patient dies, you won't last long."
This patient was different. He and Brooklyn had tried to save him. Brooklyn had collapsed on the operating table and almost lost his right hand again because of this patient. How could Zach not be moved or saddened?
Zach walked slowly to the elevator, not even changing his clothes. "Miss Montague, you don't understand my world, and I don't understand yours. You might not feel anything when a patient dies, but I do."
Ophelia muttered a curse under her breath and dragged Zach into the elevator. "Zach, stop being so dramatic!"
Zach, caught off guard, looked at her hand gripping his clothes. "What are you doing?"
Ophelia didn't let go, pressing the button for the basement. "What do you think I'm doing? Look at you right now. You still have the energy to feel sorry for others. Take care of yourself first."
Once they were in the parking lot, Ophelia forcefully pushed Zach into the car. "If you're a man, sit here and don't move!"
Zach, exasperated by her antics, looked at her helplessly. "Ophelia, there's a limit to your nonsense. Don't go too far."
Ophelia buckled her seatbelt and started the engine. "I like going too far. Don't forget, you're my boyfriend now, real or not. You're under my care."
The way Ophelia said "under my care" was commanding, like a boss. Zach, feeling both speechless and powerless, decided not to argue. "Whatever."
In his white lab coat, Zach left the Aucester Hospital in Ophelia's car.
Arabella lay in her hospital bed, an IV needle in her hand. Her face was pale from the recent pain, her lips bloodless.
As the pain subsided, she blinked awake and saw Quinn sitting by her bed. Arabella licked her dry lips. "Mr. Kingsley, why are you still here?"
Seeing her awake, Quinn's tense expression relaxed a bit. "You scared the hell out of me, you know? Don't play these games again. My heart can't take it. Be more careful next time, okay?"
His words were harsh, but he was genuinely relieved she was awake.
Arabella pouted, her voice weak. "Mr. Kingsley, don't you know how to be gentle with a lady?"
Quinn glanced at her IV, noticing the fluid was almost finished. He couldn't believe he had been patient for two hours.
"Of course, I know how to be gentle. But do you deserve it?"
"Seriously? I just came back from the brink of death, and you still want to stress me out?" Arabella looked at Quinn, her voice softening. "Were you really here the whole time?"
Quinn smirked. "Yeah, right. I was out for a walk and just happened to see you wake up. Pure coincidence."
Yeah, right.
"Do you want some water?"
Quinn poured some water but then realized it might be too considerate. "If you want water, get it yourself."
Arabella glared at him. "No, thanks!"
She had wanted some, but now she refused out of spite.
"Fine, don't drink it. Stay there; I'm going out for a bit." Quinn left the room, heading towards the restroom.
A nurse came in, checked the IV, and observed Arabella's condition. She smiled warmly. "Your boyfriend is so considerate. He's been by your side since you were brought in, and he never left once. He asked me several times if you were okay, so worried. And he's so handsome, too. You're so lucky."
"What?"
Arabella's jaw almost dropped. Quinn, considerate? Was he afraid she'd die and he'd be responsible?
That didn't make sense. He was a rich heir from the Kingsley family. Why would he care about something like that? And to him, she was just a plain woman.
She couldn't figure it out.
"Both IV bags are done. Do you feel better? Is the pain gone?" the nurse asked patiently.
Arabella rubbed her stomach. "Much better. It doesn't hurt as much."
The nurse smiled again. "You were asleep, so you didn't know. The doctor said keeping your stomach warm would help you recover. Your boyfriend held a hot water bottle on you for a long time."
"What?"
Arabella was stunned. "Are you talking about the guy from earlier?"
It didn't seem real!
"Yes, him. He's so gentle!"
Cough, cough! Arabella thought she was hearing things. Quinn, gentle? If he were that kind, she'd die right now!
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