Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

In the hospital room, Millie woke up to the devastating news that her baby was gone, her world crumbling around her.

This baby was her everything, her hope and bargaining chip. How could it just be gone?!

"Doctor, my baby has to still be here, right? You're just messing with me, right? This isn't funny at all. My baby is still alive!"

"...Ms. Millie, I know how hard it is to lose a child, but the fact is that your baby is gone. You're still young, you can..."

The doctor's voice faded, his mind wandering, before he abruptly stopped himself.

"Why is my baby gone? Did you all not do everything you could?! And why would you go through with this without my consent? Who gave you the right?!"

Anticipating this reaction, the doctor remained composed as he explained:

"When you were brought in, you were bleeding heavily, and your water had already broken. By the time you arrived, there was no fetal heartbeat. We had to perform the procedure immediately to save your life."

"We tried to contact your next of kin but couldn't reach anyone. After informing the hospital administration of the emergency, we received approval to proceed with the surgery."

"The entire procedure was supervised by hospital leadership and health department officials, and it was all recorded. If you have any doubts about our professionalism, you're welcome to request the surveillance footage. I'm sure the hospital will cooperate."

The hospital had protocols in place to handle such situations smoothly.

Millie was speechless.

She just stared at the ceiling, tears streaming down her face.

The doctor sighed and left the room.

...

"Mr. Sherwood, the hospital's been calling non-stop."

Murray had just stepped out of a meeting when his assistant approached him with the phone.

"The hospital?" He paused mid-step.

"Yes."

Beverley had already been discharged, so it couldn't be about her. Anyone else would have contacted him directly instead of the hospital reaching out.

It had to be... Millie.

"Forget about it."

The assistant hesitated, "But they've called five or six times. It seems urgent. Maybe you should..."

Murray's cold gaze silenced him immediately.

"Still no answer?"

At the nurse's station, one nurse looked questioningly at another, who just shook her head.

"The patient gave us the number herself. it was her husband.

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"Come back! Stop fussing! We knew it was going to end like this."

"Wait, what do you mean? Is there something I don't know?"

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"No, I've been swamped since early morning. When would I have had the time to check messages?"

"It's about the VIP patient, the

mistress trying to climb the social ladder. She's had a temper since her previous stays. Now, her plans have literally miscarried..."

"Yikes! That explosive, huh?"

"Rumor has it she's a college girl."

"Rich guy's mistress trying for a son?"

"Think bigger."

"Coal tycoon?"

"Tsk, more like second-generation wealth. Apparently, the family's big in Lumina City. Ever notice the VIP room she's in and the separate account for all her expenses?"

"So, what do we do now? We can't reach any next of kin, and the head nurse will be asking questions soon."

"Maybe try contacting her...well, not mother-in-law, but the guy's mom, see what she says."

"Alright."

The nurse dialed the number, and the call was picked up almost immediately-