From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 98 I Won't Save This Child Kelvin had made it clear: no one was to proceed with the surgery that could save her child. Who would dare defy him? "Doctor, please," the soft sobs barely escaped her lips. "What am I going to do? I can't lose my baby," she wept quietly, already dreading the day she would have to explain it to the child's father. Was she really such a failure? "I'm sorry, I... I can't go against Mr. Davis's wishes," the doctor replied, "Besides, he's your husband. He has that right." Husband... What a cruel joke. Her husband's status was a death sentence for her child.

"I want the surgery. I want to save my child. My husband's decision doesn't count!" Penelope said through clenched teeth. "I have a say too!" "But the cost of the surgery..." The unfinished sentence was enough to dash cold water on Penelope's fiery resolve, sending a chill down her spine. The bill, which she couldn't pay at the moment, seemed insurmountably important.

Was she really going to stand by helplessly and watch her child's life fade away from her? No, there had to be another way...

Penelope turned toward the doors. Kelvin was long gone and wouldn't cback; he didn't even deign to give her a second glance. He must be with Fiona, safeguarding and tenderly coaxing her.

Ah, the great divides in life, and how vividly they're presented in moments like these. Penelope inhaled deeply, her gaze fixed on the brilliant surgical light above, her vision blurring at the edges.

In that fraction of a second, a nburst forth in her mind.

Brandon! Brandon had once handed her his business card, assuring her in person that if anything ever cup, she could always reach out to him for help. And he had reiterated it more than once! A spark of hope ignited within Penelope.

At this critical juncture, Brandon was the key to her salvation! Clutching at this lifeline, a surge of strength coursed through her. She could barely manage to push herself up on the operating table.

"My phone..." she looked imploringly at the nurse, "Please, could you handmy phone?" This simple request, the nurse could fulfill.

Even though they had no idea what she intended to do.

After a search, they found Penelope's phone in the corner of her bag.

She snatched it with trembling hands, tears streaming down her face, trying desperately to focus on the screen.

There it was, "Brandon". With no hesitation, she pressed his name.

The dial tone-long, agonizing seconds passing by.

Penelope's heart raced, fearing Brandon might be too busy to pick up.

But after an eternity of just fifteen seconds, a warm voice answered, "Hello, who's this?" The tears fell harder.

Struggling to keep her mood under control, she made her words organized: "Mr. Walker, it's me... Penelope." "Mrs. Cooper?" Brandon's voice brimmed with surprise, "Hello, what's the matter?" "Please, help me... I need your help now..." There was a brief silence, then the sound of hurried footsteps, "Okay, where are you?" Penelope, clinging to her last shred of clarity and calm, recounted the details and location.

Brandon listened intently, responding with an occasional affirming "uh-huh”.

Almost in the second the phone call ended, Penelope's consciousness slipped away entirely.

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Brandon rushed to the hospital and swiftly secured Penelope's safe passage from there. Meanwhile, Fiona's surgery had just finished.

The doctor spoke with a tinge of regret, "I'm sorry, despite all our efforts, we couldn't save the baby. The mother has also taken quite a toll and will need to rest in the hospital." "Oh, my poor Fiona!" Director Wright wailed in despair, "This is going to break her!" Kelvin responded coolly, "Understood." The nurse wheeled the bed out, moving Fiona into the VIP ward where she lay still, her face tinged with a pallor of sleep.

Despite Kelvin's less-than-warm feelings for her, guilt gnawed at him as he watched her helpless form this was on him; he hadn't protected her.

"Mr. Davis, you mustn't let Penelope off the hook!" Director Wright said urgently. "If she can harm Fiona's baby now, she won't hesitate to take Fiona's life next time." "I'll handle her." "It should be Fiona who deals with her, Mr. Davis, this is a matter for..." Kelvin raised his hand, cutting him off, "Stay with her." "Mr. Davis, won't you wait for Fiona to wake up?" "No." "She'll be heartbroken not to see you when she comes to senses." With barely a twitch at the corner of his lips, Kelvin turned and left. He could already picture the scene upon Fiona's awakening - a complete emotional outburst. The thought twisted inside him.

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Kelvin always kept his emotions close to his chest, so his grief would remain his alone, silently borne in solitude.

The tie to his child severed before it could truly bind. Dawn's early light was already painting the horizon when he stepped out - another day had begun.

After Kelvin's departure, Director Wright lingered for a minute, discreetly peering around the camer to make sure eva und to make sure Kelvin was truly gone before heaving a sigh of relief. What a harrowing night it had been, and certainly, it was only the beginning of a long, treacherous path.

"I need to consult my old classmate who is a gynecologist," he muttered to himself, "to find a way to make Fiona easier to get pregnant. That would certainly make conceiving again easier." Outside the hospital, Kelvin emerged, squinting at the slowly rising sun. He could not resist raising his hand to block the light.

"Mr. Davis." Ryan approached him, concern etched on his face. "You haven't rested all night. Maybe skip the office this morning?" "I'm going." With a resigned nod, Ryan followed. Before getting into the car, Kelvin paused, striking another thought.

He turned to Ryan: "Check on Penelope. I want an update." "Understood, Mr. Davis." As they drove away from the hospital, Kelvin closed the curtain in the car, changing into a clean suit Ryan had ready for him. The stain wasn't just blood; it was the life of his child.

Penelope, how dare she! Her father had taken his father, and now she took his child. A grudge so deep, it would never be settled-not in this lifetime.

Approaching the Davis Group headquarters, his phone rang, and Kelvin answered, "Hello." "Mr. Davis, Mrs. Davis is no longer at the hospital!" His eyes darkened. "What did you say?" "The doctor said that last night, someone rushed in and took Mrs. Davis away!"