Chapter 294 The Surgery Was a Success, the Children Lost
The two bodyguards exchanged a glance. The first took the tray, covering the masses with a handkerchief.
"Where is Patricia?" they inquired.
"She's still under anesthesia and unconscious. We'll move her to the observation room for now and then to her recovery room once the effects completely wear off," the doctor answered.
The first bodyguard frowned. "A recovery room? She needs to be hospitalized?" The first bodyguard frowned.
The doctor nodded assertively,. "She's just undergone surgery. She must stay in the hospital for observation for the first three days to prevent any severe postoperative bleeding."
The bodyguard observed the doctor in silence for a moment, then, seeing no sign of deceit, relayed the doctor's words verbatim to Hunter over the phone.
"Take her back to the villa," Hunter instructed.
"But the doctor mentioned potential severe bleeding after the operation," The bodyguard said.—"
Hunter cut him off without any further discussion, "Take her back to the villa."
The doctor, unable to listen any longer, took the phone from the bodyguard and said with frustration, "Considering Mrs. Ji Miller was carrying twins, both the difficulty and the risk of the surgery are much higher than with a single birth. For the patient's well-being, I strongly advise that you let her stay at the hospital for a three-day observation."
Hunter paused for a moment, then asked, "What's the level of risk?"
"While a pain-free abortion is generally considered a straightforward procedure with minimal risks in the medical field, those conditions apply mostly to single pregnancies within the first two months. Considering we have a twin pregnancy that's progressed beyond this stage with well-formed fetuses, the risks after the procedure are significantly higher. As her physician, I would strongly recommend a three-day hospital observation post-operatively. Should you decide otherwise, you can sign a consent form, and we can process her discharge paperwork."
The doctor had laid out his concerns in earnest, embodying the conscientious professional that he was.
Hunter appeared to take the doctor's advice to heart.
After a moment of silence, he said, "Understood. Take her back to her room for now."
His acquiescence visibly relieved the doctor, who handed the cell phone back to Bodyguard Number Onethe bodyguard.
"Escort my wife back to her room. I want Linda and AceEs at the hospital to look after her. The rest of you, stay outside the room," Hunter instructedsaid.
Just before they dispersed, he reminded them firmly,. "Stay vigilant at all times. Come hell or high water, do not leave her side."
Bodyguard Number OneThe bodyguard nodded in acknowledgment.
"Where are the extracted embryos?" Hunter inquired.
"In my possession," replied Bodyguard Number Onethe bodyguard.
Hunter nodded with satisfaction,. "Keep them safe. I want to inspect them myself."
"Absolutely!"
"Of course."
Once the call ended, two bodyguards entered the OR and gently placed the still -unconscious Patricia onto a gurney, wheeling her to the observation room next door.
After the nurse set up an IV drip for her, she left them with instructions,. "If there's any issue, press this red button, and we'll be here quickly."
Before long, Linda and Ace Es arrived at the hospital.
There were six beds in the observation room.
Linda and Ace Es stood on either side of Patricia's bed, like vigilant sentinels.
In her unconscious state, Patricia dreamed a long and haunting dream.
In it, she returned to a scene from five years earlier, tied by her wrists and ankles tied to an operating table, surrounded by several doctors and nurses in white coats surrounding her.
She was terrified beyond words.
Her body shook uncontrollably.
With all her might, she struggled and screamed for help.
But, but the people around her remained indifferent.
Tears fell like rain, unchecked.
An, as an endless fear enveloped her.
How frightened she was.
F, fearing for the child within her that she might not be able to save.
"Please, let me go, let my child go... I beg of you..." she pleaded.
The doctor and nurses by the bedside seemed deaf to her pleas, offering only a cool glances before moving just out of sight. With a detached tone, the doctor said,
"Sir, your wife is pregnant. ," the doctor said with a detached tone. "A bone marrow transplant at this stage could endanger the baby. Are you sure you want to proceed?"
"She's pregnant?" Martin's shocked voice filled the room.
That was Martin's shocked voice.
GraspingPatricia, grasping at straws, Patricia screamed, "Martin, save me! I'm carrying your child;! yYou have to save our baby,... Martin..., Martin..."
Amid her frantic cries, a figure suddenly materialized before her.
Patricia's Her fleeting relief froze when she recognized theHunter's face.
"Hunter? Why is it you? How could it be you?" she asked, confused and scared.
She had heard Martin's voice; why was Hunter the one appearing?
Hunter gazed at her tenderly, his large hand gently stroking her hair, whispering, gently. "Just sleep now, it'll ," he whispered. "It'll all be over soon,; it won't hurt at all."
There was a gentleness in his expression, but hisHis words, though gentle, carried a chilling indifference.
"No... please... no..."
Patricia shook her head violently, her tears flying in all directions.
"There, there... It'll be over quickly... just relax..."
Hunter's Hunter said, his smile wideneding despite her struggles and resistance, growing more grotesque and sinister by the second.
Despair and sorrow engulfed Patricia, her complexion ghastly pale.
Then, a sharp pain erupted from her lower body.
"Ah..."
Her agonized scream pierced the air, and in an instantsuddenly, the people and objects around her vanished, plunging her into an abyss of darkness where not even her hand was visible before her eyes.
She felt herself sinkingSinking lower and lower—
, she screamed out, "Martin... Charles... Randy... Fannie... Martin... Ah..."!"
Blind fear propelled her screams as she suddenlyShe jolted awake, eyes wide with terror, gasping for air, beads of sweat rolling down her cheeks..
"Ma'am, you're awake? ?" a soothing voice reached her. "How do you feel? Any discomfort? The doctor mentioned that the anesthesia might cause nausea and vomiting, which are normal reactions."?"
A soothing voice reached her ears.
Patricia paid it no mind.
Her, her heart hammereding uncontrollably, as if on the verge of leaping out of her chest.
The the demonic visage of Hunter haunteding her mind, setting her nerves on edge and causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.
Fear intertwined with terror, heartache, despair, and helplessness in the depths of her soul.
Tears fell before she knew it.
Howas she missed Martin, Charles, Randy, and Fannie.
Recalling Fannie, taken by Hunter's misdeeds, her tears streamed down her face, fallingfell harder and faster.
She was, filled with regret.
How she wished she never knew Hunter.
Fannie would be alive, and...
Then, struck by a sudden thought, she was overtaken by emotion. "My baby, where's my baby?" she asked, reaching out and grabbing Linda's hand, "My baby, where's my baby?".
"Please, don't worry, ma'am," Linda calmly reassured, "Please, don't worry ma'am. . "The surgery went well. After three more days in the hospital for observation, you'll be able to go home."
Patricia's world crumbled with a crash., all hope extinguished at that moment.
All hope was extinguished in that moment.
Lying on the bed, her face ashen, eyes dull, she just stared blankly at the ceiling. A , overwhelmed by boundless despair. There was a roaring in her ears,. She was blind and deaf to the world—.
Gone.
Her baby was gone.
She had failed her child.
It was her incapacity, unable to keep the baby safe.
Why did it come to this?
How did it come to this?
It was over.
Everything was over and she was overwhelmed by boundless despair.
Overwhelmed by boundless despair—
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