Chapter 293 The Fetus is Removed
A tide of despair, pain, and gut-wrenching agony flooded herPatricia's mind, making her body shiver uncontrollably.
Nurses as nurses carried out the antiseptic protocol.
An and an anesthesiologist prepared the anesthesia.
Surgeons readied themselves with pre-op scrubbing.
In, and in the sterile tray, the surgical instruments shimmered coldly under the harsh white light.
Patricia felt every hair on her body stand on end.
Imagining at the thought of the cold surgical steel....
"You have to stop, ," Patricia insisted, breaking the silence. "I'm not his wife, and so performing an abortion without my consent is illegal."
TheDespite her pleas, the nurses and the anesthesiologist remained unmoved, continuing their preparations.
Patricia was relentless, insisting, "In "In Country M-country, the law explicitly prohibits abortion.
," Patricia continued, her voice firm. "You have no right to perform this operation on me."
The nurse and the anesthetist hesitated for a moment, glancing at her with a sneer, their looks mockingsneers that mocked her ignorance and helplessness.
She felt as if she were trapped in a frigid wasteland, an icy chill piercing through her.
At that momentThen, the doctor, prepped for the surgery, walked in.
entered. Hunter stood aside,, who had been watching Patricia strapped to the operating table, instructingsilently, instructed crisply, "Make sure to remove that fetus entirely, not a trace left."
The doctor nodded while slippingand slipped on sterile gloves.
as Hunter stepped back, making to make room for the doctor.
Locked in Hunter's gaze, Patricia's eyes shone with a, bloodshot with desperation. As he showed no sign of leaving, her hope extinguished bit by bit, like a light fading into darkness.
, locked onto Hunter, pleading, "Hunter, please, let my children be. I'm begging you..." But as he showed no sign of leaving, her hope dimmed with each passing second.
She had said all she could, done all that was possible.
Despite the slim chance, she clung to any opportunity for mercy.
Hunter leaned over, stroking her hair with feigned tenderness,. "Sweetheart, it's a painless process. ," he said soothingly. "Just sleep, and when you wake, it'll all be over. when you wake. Don't worry,; I'll be right here, making sure it all to ensure everything goes smoothly. This procedure is routine and won't harm you."
But Patricia was shaking her head frantically., "No, not my children... you can't hurt them..."
"No, not my child... you can't hurt them..."
With a dismissive authoritytone, Hunter saiddeclared, "I'm going to be your husband; I have the right to decide their fate."
Meanwhile, theThe anesthetist was, ready, preparing to administer with the anesthesia.
, approached. Patricia's eyes were widewidened in terror, fixated on at the sight of the needle. She wanted to run but was boundBound to the table, she was unable to move a muscle, forced to watch, her gaze fixed on the needle punctureas it punctured her vein.
"Hunter, I hate you. ," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "I will never forgive you... never."
Unmoved, Hunter was unmoved.
He only cared aboutremained focused on the end resultoutcome, not the process.
Catching Hunter's eye without a trace of emotion, the doctor stated matter-of-factly,
flatly, "Mr. Miller, the operating room is off-limits to non-medical personnel. Please wait outside."
A dangerous glint appeared in Hunter's eyes, his menacing aura palpable. "Would you mind repeating that?"a shadow of menace rising he asked, his voice low and threatening.
"Would you mind repeating that?"
The doctor felt the , feeling Hunter's oppressive aura bearing down on him, a presence, fell silent threat in Hunter's stance.
The doctor immediately stopped speaking and began fidgeting with the surgical instruments.
As Patricia watched a stream ofthe white anesthesia, much like milk, being pushed flow into her vein from the syringe. She , she was engulfed in utter despair, her tears cascading down uncontrollably as a testament to the hopelessness that filled her from inside outwithin.
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Her mind, clear moments before, now felt unbearably heavy.
Despite this, shePatricia continued to speak through her unwilling lips.
"Hunter, I hate you... hate," she managed to say, her voice a whisper of defiance. "Hate you... I will never forgive you... hate you... hate you..."
The more she spoke, the heavierWith each word, her head becamefelt heavier. She kept tellingtold herself to stay alert, and not to fall asleep, but she couldn't fight off the effects of the anesthesia. After a brief struggle, her head tilted, and she succumbed to unconsciousness.
Watching Patricia, with tears still clinging to her sleeping face, Hunter tenderly wiped them away. He murmured to himself,
"Hang in there, everything," he murmured. Everything will be over soon, and we'll be together with no worries at all. Patricia, my Patricia..."
The doctor cast a meaningful glanceglanced at him.
In that moment, Hunter seemed like someone suffering from a split personality, unable to control, witnessing his erratic swings from fury to tenderness, reminiscent of someone with a split personality.
Impatient atwith the doctor's hesitation, Hunter urged, "What's the hold-up? Get on with it!"."
The doctor, spurred by Hunter's command, wasted no more time and begancommenced the procedure.
Imagining that Hunter, imagining the obstacles between him and Patricia were being eliminated one by one, Hunter trembled with excitement.
Just as the surgical tools tapprouached Patricia's body, Hunter's phone erupted into incessant ringing.
He didn't want to answer during such a critical moment, but Initially reluctant, the relentlesspersistent ringing annoyeddrove him to the point of picking up: answer.
"This better be urgent, or you're dead."
His," he warned, his tone was menacing, as if he was ready to mete out justice on the spot.
"Mr. Miller, there's trouble.," the caller urgently began. Our company database was hacked, and vital documents have been leaked. Many partners are calling to terminate their contracts with us."
Hunter's brows knitted tightly togetherexpression darkened.
"Are the IT people dead? Why aren't they on this?" he demanded.
"The virus entered our systems last night; they've been dealing withtrying to contain it all this time.
ever since," the caller explained. "We thought it was just a minor bug, but it's muchfar worse. The It keeps spreading the more we try to clear it, the more it spreads."
Hunter sucked in air sharply, his handsome face turning from ashen to livid, then to a pallid white.
Hunter's frustration was palpable.
"Incompetent fools, all of them."," he muttered.
The call was from his assistant, James.
Usually, when Hunter was away, James handled everything at the company.
Whenever James was out of his depth, it was up to him to handle, indicated the messseverity of the situation, prompting Hunter to take immediate action.
For James to call him with such urgency was a clear sign that things had escalated to a critical level.
Gritting his teeth, James saidadded, "Mr. Miller, you need tomust head back to the office as soon as you canpossible. The executives from our partner firms are all waiting for you there."
Hunter glancedGlancing at Patricia lying on the operating table, and after wrestlingHunter wrestled with his emotions, he took a deep breath before decisively stating, "I'll be there shortly."
EndingAfter ending the call, he instructed the surgeon, "Make sure you do a thorough job. I want to see the embryos extracted from her myself."
Focused on the surgerytask, the doctor without lifting his head replied, "I understand. I'll make sure it's done cleanly, without leaving anyensure there are no complications."
Satisfied, Hunter nodded and gave Patricia one last lookfinal glance before turning to leave the OR.
Before exiting, he left, he didn't forget to remindreminded the bodyguard standing by the door, "Keep a close watch on her. She's not to leave your sight once she leavesshe's out of the OR. If she escapes, you'll answer for itpay with your lives."
With that, he walked away without looking back.
Inside the OR, the surgery continued. Much later, the door swung open, and the doctor emerged holding a tray with two bloody masses on it.
"These are Patricia's embryos—twins."
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