The Billionaire's Regret: His Secret Wife Turned Medical Genius novel Chapter 83

The next morning, in the prep room at the municipal hospital, Emily was finishing her last scrub before surgery.

She now looked steadier than she had in days, and although she still kept quiet, once she pulled on her surgical gown, her eyes sharpened with focus.

That day's case was especially difficult. A young patient in their early 20s had congenital heart disease complicated by an aortic aneurysm. There was no room for error.

Down the hallway, a man in a janitor's uniform worked with his head down. He mopped as usual but kept glancing toward the preparation room window.

Just then, a young orderly pushed a cart past with trays wrapped in sterile cloth. He then parked the cart and wheeled each set into the preparation room.

Everything looked routine.

Still, the janitor narrowed his eyes.

He recognized the young orderly. He had sticky fingers and a love for gambling.

The janitor put the mop down and strolled toward the pantry, using the excuse of getting water to shadow the orderly from behind.

He saw the orderly slip a small blade from his pocket as he turned the corner. Then, he lifted the sterile cloth, removed a piece from a vascular clamp, and replaced it with the blade.

The swap was done in a blink, then he covered the tray and kept rolling.

The janitor's heart lurched. He slipped into the stairwell, pulled out an encrypted phone, and made a call.

The call picked up right away.

"Mr. Holton, a young orderly tampered with Dr. Sterling's vascular clamp for today's surgery. I have him under watch."

On the top floor of Holton Corporation, Gabriel stood by the window with an unlit cigarette in hand.

His jaw tightened.

Was this Amelia's doing? If so, she had blindly targeted Emily without even sparing a thought for the patient's life.

Gabriel had always thought that Amelia was just vain and calculating, but he'd been blind to how vicious she truly was.

With that, the operation began, and every second seemed to stretch thin.

Sweat gathered at Emily's hairline, but her hands never once trembled.

Seven hours crawled past, and when the final stitch was tied, Emily finally let out a long, slow breath.

...

Back at Holton Corporation, the president's office lights were still on. Gabriel sat in the shadows, his face lit only by his phone.

A full investigative report had just arrived, complete with bank transfers, recorded calls, witness statements, and physical evidence.

Every piece of evidence pointed to the same name—Amelia.

Gabriel picked up the phone and dialed an extension.

"Call Amelia in."