Charging My Wife by the Hour Chapter 05
The equipment in the operating room had been knocked all over the place, and a chaotic trail of blood
stretched all the way out into the corridor. The doctors she had brought with her all sucked in a sharp
breath.
Vivian yanked one of them over and bellowed, “Didn’t I tell you to leave the chief surgeon behind? Why is the operating room a complete mess? Where’s my son?”
The doctor stammered, “M-Mr. Everhart said his daughter was having a severe allergic reaction, so every doctor in the hospital had to go over… He also said he would bear all the consequences, and if we delayed his daughter’s treatment, he would make sure we all paid dearly!”
The veins on her temples bulged. “So, you just left my son on the operating table to die?”
With bloodshot eyes, Vivian snarled, “Find him!”
Recalling the sheer despair I showed when I knelt and begged Elliot in the video, she could barely stay on her feet. Vivian had truly believed that I was only vying for her attention and deliberately putting on an
act.
“This is all my fault… God, please don’t let anything happen to Vic. From now on, I’ll make it up to both of them,” she prayed silently in her heart as she rushed into the surveillance room with her assistant.
Watching my helpless figure in the video as I frantically brandished the scalpel to force the media back, Vivian’s heart ached so badly she could barely breathe. Strangely, however, not a single media outlet had
released a report on the matter.
After we left the hospital, all the surveillance footage capturing Victor and me completely vanished. Furthermore, none of the nearby hospitals had any record of Victor’s surgery.
Vivian completely lost her bearings. She hurriedly fished out her phone, but no matter how hard she searched, she couldn’t find my number.
Ultimately, she tracked it down in her blocklist. It was right alongside hundreds of missed calls that had
been automatically intercepted.
It hit her that, in order to stop me from interrupting her time with Elliot and Eleanor, she had personally blocked my number before we remarried. At long last, she realized what she had done, and fear
consumed her.
Her assistant suggested, “Ms. Crowell, why don’t you head home to take a look first? Maybe Mr. Victor has already finished his surgery, and Mr. Crowell took him home to rest.”
Vivian felt as though she had instantly caught a lifeline. “Right. You’re right. Take me home right now!”
She hadn’t been home for a month. The moment she pushed the door open, she actually thought she had walked into Elliot’s residence by mistake.
The photo of our family of three at the entrance was gone, replaced by a picture of her with Elliot and
Eleanor.
The warm yellow walls that I loved had been painted blue, the curtains I had personally put up were nowhere to be found, and even Victor’s roomful of figurines had completely vanished. Now, the space was filled to the brim with Eleanor’s dolls and playhouse toys.
Just then, a faint rustling emanated from the storage room. Not even bothering to take off her shoes, Vivian rushed over “Vincent, how’s Vic?”
I looked up at the sound of her voice and calmly held out the items in my hands. “Vic is no more.”
