The Billionaire's Regret: His Secret Wife Turned Medical Genius novel Chapter 102

Aaron let out a sharp snort again. "The plan failed."

Amelia's face twisted. "How? A man like Maurice would do anything for money!"

"He had a stroke," Aaron coldly said. "Now, half his body's paralyzed, and his speech is slurred. He's useless."

Amelia's nails dug into her palms. "Damn it!" Her voice was shrill and dripping with venom. "Why won't that bitch, Emily, just die already?"

Aaron studied her warped expression as a calculating glint flashed in his eyes. "I just received word. Emily will fly out to Ritzland tomorrow morning."

"What? She's leaving so soon?" Amelia murmured.

But what did it matter? So long as Emily was alive, Gabriel's heart would never belong to anyone else.

At that moment, something snapped in Amelia's mind.

Emily had destroyed her life. She couldn't just walk away now.

A furious madness burned in Amelia's eyes.

There was no turning back now. Since they'd forced her hand, she would drag them all to hell with her.

...

The next morning, at Terminal 3 of Crestmont International Airport, Emily's colleagues had come to see them off.

Their well-wishes were mingled with a hint of reluctance at their leaving.

"Dr. Sterling, take care of yourself over there."

"Arthur, make sure you look after our two beautiful doctors!"

Arthur smiled and nodded, his gaze lingering on Emily as he did.

After Emily and Mallory said their goodbyes as well, Mallory laughed and said, "Alright, that's enough. We should head in." She hooked one arm around Emily while the other dragged her suitcase. "Ritzland, here we come!"

With that, the three of them turned and headed toward the security checkpoint.

Sunlight streamed through the towering windows, casting long shadows behind them—shadows filled with hope.

But at the next moment, chaos erupted.

A shrill, crazed scream split the air.

"Emily! Die!"

Emily spun around in shock.

Just then, Amelia came charging forward, hair disheveled and eyes bloodshot. She looked every bit a madwoman. Meanwhile, clutched in her hand was a fruit knife gleaming with a cold, deadly sheen.

It all happened in a flash. Screams filled the terminal, and luggages clattered to the ground.

Emily's mind went blank as the blade came straight for her abdomen.

"Mills, look out!" Mallory's desperate cry tore through her ears.

"No. Mal, you can't leave me," Emily murmured.

...

At the hospital, the light above the emergency room glared red.

Emily slid down against the cold wall, her bloodstained white coat weighing on her like chains that suffocated her.

Her colleagues were anxiously whispering nearby, but their words barely registered in her head.

Just then, heavy and urgent footsteps drew closer.

Emily lifted her head and saw Gabriel's tall figure loom before her, radiating an intimidating chill.

His eyes quickly swept over her, and upon seeing that she was unharmed, he exhaled in relief.

But the sight of Gabriel was like a spark that ignited every ounce of hatred burning inside Emily.

How dare he feel relieved?

She pushed herself up, bracing against the wall, and staggered toward him. Her fists clutched at his expensive suit collar, her grip iron-strong. "Gabriel, are you happy now?" she asked.

Gabriel's brows furrowed, but he didn't resist her.

Emily continued, "It was Amelia again. You let her off, time after time. And now, the one lying inside fighting for her life is Mal!"