Chapter 122 Patricia Clears Her Name at Last.
Madam Thomas frowned deeply, displeased she asked harshly, "What are you laughing at?"
Patricia looked at them with a face full of sympathy and spoke slowly,
"After all that has happened, do you still think it's my fault? When Bobby had his postoperative hemorrhage, I shouldn't have been soft-hearted and agreed to help."
Madam Thomas’ countenance darkened, "What do you mean?"
Patricia spread her hands and spoke bluntly, "Let me put it to you this way—have you ever wondered why so many doctors refused to perform surgery on Bobby?"
Madam Thomas’ body shook. She understood the reasons for their refusal.
Seeing her reaction, Patricia knew immediately and sarcastically raised the corners of her mouth,
"Bobby’s coronary artery disease had narrow distal vessels, unsuitable for coronary artery bypass surgery. Additionally, this condition mostly affects the middle-aged and elderly, it’s exceedingly rare in children—one in a hundred thousand.”
Patricia continued, “In such cases, only conservative treatment is advisable. The other doctors refused because they knew it was highly risky and could even endanger the patient’s life. They were being responsible to Bobby by not taking that risk.”
“My teacher is the world-renowned cardiovascular surgeon, Professor Stewart, and even at sixty years old, he has only performed such surgeries three times. Debbie is still new; her skills haven’t even made a mark outside our country. Yet, you dare to entrust your grandson’s life to her. Do you think I should not laugh?"
Her words turned Madam Thomas' face a ghastly shade, as it contorted with incredulity. Patricia didn't look at her reaction; she continued,
"The hemorrhagic incident was a warning—if I hadn’t been there, having assisted my teacher in such treatments, Bobby would have died on that operating table. I barely saved him from the brink, and the follow-up treatment, which is even more crucial than the surgery, should not be taken lightly.”
“Sadly, Debbie, blinded by fame and fortune, did not focus on this, and you only trusted her, even believing that I was hindering her from saving your grandson. When I left the ICU, I also kindly reminded you of this, but none of you listened. Since you take the patient’s life so lightly, what else can I say?"
As Patricia spoke, Madam Thomas’ body trembled violently, barely able to stand and support itself, resembling a patient with Parkinson's. Despite this, Madam Thomas was still unwilling to believe she could be wrong.
"But Debbie assured me she was capable, that she could definitely cure Bobby... I just wanted my grandson to be a normal person; is that so wrong?" Madam Thomas retorted.
Patricia stated flatly, "Your wish isn't wrong, but trusting Debbie was. You really think she wants to save Bobby? This surgery is merely a means for her to gain fame.”
“She wants to use it to surpass me; if she genuinely cared for Bobby’s life, she wouldn’t have proceeded recklessly." Patricia defended.
Her words struck Madam Thomas like daggers, and she felt as if everything turned dark around her, with her legs giving out beneath her. Patricia, seemingly relentless, pressed on with her critique.
"I might as well tell you now. When Bobby was hemorrhaging in the operating room, Debbie had no clue besides administering blood transfusions. It was me who saved his life.”
“And yet, just when I had pulled him back from death's door, Debbie, by your command, kicked me out of the operating room. Since you trust her, continue to do so then; she's the skilled one, not me, I am helpless."
Speaking those words, Patricia was partly driven by defiance. To her, they deserved whatever came Bobby's way—it was their arrogance that doomed him.
Madam Thomas turned ashen, her decades-long dominance on the business front had always been decisive, that formidable woman suddenly evaporated, leaving only a desolate old person.
Patricia issued a dismissal having said what was needed.
"Don't blame me for being indifferent; I truly am powerless. Please leave. Perhaps you'll manage to see him one last time."
Madam Thomas’ composure finally shattered at Patricia's last statement, her world going black as she felt her body falter and fall backward. Fortunately, Greta was at hand to prevent her from collapsing to the ground.
"Take Madam Thomas to rest," Patricia said, dismissing them with her final words, turning to go back to the ICU.
But as she walked towards the ward, Spencer suddenly dropped to his knees, clutching her legs desperately he cried out,
"Professor Watson, I know you can save my brother, please, I beg you, save him, you're the only one who can do it now."
Patricia had taken a liking to this young boy who, among the Thomas family, seemed the most rational. If only he were older and his words carried weight, Bobby would not have ended up in this predicament.
"If I had been overseeing Bobby’s care since the surgery, maybe I would dare to make an attempt. But now..."
Patricia left the sentence hanging, but everyone understood her meaning. Greta was the first to break into tears.
"So, my brother is going to... just like that... he's only six years old..." Greta cried out.
Madam Thomas, fighting back tears, watched Patricia going to the ICU again. She gritted her teeth, let go of all pride and dignity, and knelt forcefully, pleading,
"Professor Watson, I, an old woman, ask you for help. Please give Bobby a chance, I will agree to anything if you save him."
Patricia sighed and shook her head, "I really am powerless, please don't make this hard for me."
Madam Thomas wouldn’t accept it and continued to plead, "I have been a fool to trust Debbie, but you shouldn’t punish my innocent grandson. Please save him!"
Their stubbornness rendered Patricia speechless.
"As I have already said it’s not that I won't save him, but that I truly cannot. Even if my teacher, Professor Stewart, were here, I’m afraid he’d be powerless. Instead of wasting time here, you might want to see him for the last time."
She had never encountered such self-centered and stubborn people. She made her position crystal clear, yet they refused to listen.
Her earnest words fell on deaf ears to Madam Thomas, who perceived them as smug satisfaction.
Madam Thomas slowly rose from the ground, the subservient tone gone, and with a freezing glare, she moved towards Patricia,
"I'm telling you, today, whether you save him or not, you have to save him. If anything happens to my grandson, both you and Debbie will pay with your lives." Mrs. Thomas openly threatened.
"…?" Patricia laughed out of infuriation,
"Madam Thomas, your threats are useless. It’s not borne out of stubbornness or indifference; I am genuinely helpless. If I go into the OR now and if the surgery fails, Debbie will surely blame it all on me. This has nothing to do with me; why should I trouble myself with it?"
Madam Thomas refused to listen. In her view, her grandson was caught in Debbie and Patricia's power struggle. Patricia's refusal was merely her waiting for Debbie to fail.
Madam Thomas fixed her glare on Patricia, her frosty aura fully unleashed,
"Patricia, I ask you one last time, are you going or not?"
Patricia felt a tingle on her scalp. She suspected that if she dared say "no," Madam Thomas would forcibly drag her into the OR. Was she left with no choice but to go today after all?
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