Chapter 622 Amelia Might Need a Hysterectomy
Nolan watched Amelia walk into the operating room at Capital Hospital, feeling all sorts of mixed up inside.
Did he screw up by making her get rid of the baby?
But seriously, being single and pregnant, with a kid to take care of, what was she supposed to do?
Rubbing his temples, Nolan leaned back on the bench and glanced at Elijah. "Stick around and call me if anything happens. Once she's out, let her rest here for a few days and make sure she gets three square meals. When she's good to go, bring her to my place."
Elijah nodded. "Got it, Mr. Cunningham. By the way, you've got a date lined up."
"Yeah, I'm heading there now," Nolan said, frowning.
Elijah nodded quickly.
Nolan hadn't been gone long when Amelia came out. She looked pale and blank as she sat in the wheelchair, not saying a word.
"The anesthesia will wear off soon, and it's gonna hurt. Take good care of her," the doctor said.
Elijah nodded and wheeled Amelia to the ward.
"Where's Nolan?" Amelia asked softly.
"He went on a date," Elijah replied honestly.
Amelia's eyes reddened, and tears welled up but didn't fall. Her fingers turned white as she gave a bitter smile.
She hadn't kept the baby—maybe it was for the best. It wasn't really hers to begin with. Now, she and Nolan had no ties.
When she first found out she was pregnant, Amelia cried out of fear and was torn about keeping the baby.
Later, she decided not to, knowing Nolan wouldn't be on board.
But after a lot of back and forth, she decided to have the baby. Just as she made that call, Nolan forced her to make another.
Maybe it was for the best.
Taking a deep breath, Amelia slowly climbed into bed and fell into a deep sleep.
If the baby was born without a dad, without a complete family, she'd owe the kid for life. She couldn't even take care of herself; how could she take care of a baby?
She didn't know how long she'd slept when she developed a high fever.
"What's going on? Why didn't you tell us she had such a high fever?" The nurse came to check on her and found she was off. She called out to her but got no response.
Elijah, holding dinner, looked troubled, unknown what to say.
The nurse yelled at him, "Hurry, call the doctor! It's really serious!"
The doctor rushed into the ward, checked Amelia's condition, and said, "Run some tests. There's a risk of postoperative infection. Her abdominal cavity doesn't look right. Check for perforation risk."
Elijah stood by, terrified, and hurriedly called Nolan.
But Nolan didn't answer.
Amelia groggily woke up, opened her eyes slightly, and asked softly, "Sir, am I going to die?"
The doctor reassured her. "No."
Only then did Amelia relax and pass out again.
The doctor asked, "The patient tends to form keloids. Didn't you ask about this before?"
The nurse replied, "She didn't know."
A young girl who hadn't graduated from college, never had surgery, or suffered serious injuries wouldn't know she tended to form keloids.
The doctor said seriously, "Uterine perforation, postoperative infection. If it gets serious, we may need to remove the uterus. Notify her family."
Elijah was terrified and stammered, "Family?"
"Who's the baby's father? Is it you?" the doctor asked angrily.
"No, no, no, it's not me. I'll call him right away." Elijah quickly ran to the side. "Answer the phone!"
But Nolan was on a date and wouldn't answer.
Amelia was wheeled back into the operating room, weakly watching Elijah frantically make call after call.
Nolan was on a date; he wasn't coming.
Howard had picked a secluded beach by the seaside. The area was wide open, with Howard's men hidden around. If they saw Ethan wasn't alone, they wouldn't show up.
Ethan came alone, wearing a tracking and listening device. The cops had set up an ambush in a relatively safe spot not far away.
The beach was clean, with no one around, just the empty sand, waves, and a sky full of stars.
A nondescript private yacht approached and stopped by the shore. Howard's bodyguard looked at Ethan and said in a deep voice, "Get on."
Ethan frowned. They had definitely underestimated Howard. Was he planning to take the boat out to sea?
"Uncle!" Just as Ethan hesitated, Casey's crying voice came from the boat. "Don't get on! Grandpa wants to hurt you."
Casey mustered the courage to cry out loudly but was quickly silenced and dragged into the cabin.
Casey might not be as smart as Joe and Justin, but he understood what his grandpa and these people were planning. They wanted to hurt Ethan.
He couldn't let them hurt Ethan.
Biting the person's hand, Casey ran desperately towards the edge of the boat. "Uncle, run!"
Ethan panicked and took a few steps into the sea. "Casey!"
The bodyguard grabbed Casey and threw him into the cabin, leaving him dazed.
Ethan's face darkened instantly as he looked up at the bodyguard.
The bodyguard extended his hand to Ethan. "Get on."
The earpiece warned, "Ethan, the plan has changed. Getting on the boat is too dangerous."
But he still had to save Casey.
"Put the kid on the shore, and I'll go with you." Ethan tried to negotiate.
"You're in no position to negotiate." The bodyguard sneered. Casey was their last bargaining chip and hostage.
Ethan extended his hand and was pulled onto the boat by the bodyguard.
As soon as he got on, Ethan flipped the bodyguard overboard. The other bodyguards immediately pressed a knife to Ethan's neck.
Ethan coldly glanced at the people behind him. Howard had come prepared.
The bodyguard, who had been kicked into the water, rolled in the sea, climbed back onto the boat in anger, and wanted to attack Ethan but was stopped.
Ethan looked at him coldly. "Are you even a man to attack a kid?"
Ignoring the threats from the man with the knife, Ethan squatted down and picked up Casey.
Casey, groggy, lay on Ethan's shoulder and whispered, "Uncle."
"I'm here," Ethan reassured, patting his head.
"Casey is brave, not crying." Casey praised himself, cheering himself up.
Ethan smiled helplessly. Casey probably didn't know his grandfather had taken him hostage.
Several bodyguards stopped Ethan and searched him.
In the cabin, Howard was still sitting and drinking water, looking relaxed.
Ethan, holding Casey, walked in. "What do you want? Casey is your biological grandson. How can you not spare him?"
"I don't even care about my son. What does a grandson matter?" Howard snorted.
In his eyes, Casey was insignificant.
Ethan frowned, finding him pathetically inhumane.
The boat started moving, heading towards the deep sea.
Out there, killing someone would leave no trace.
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