My Wife’s Cruel Secret and My Sister’s Death Chapter 07

My Wife’s Cruel Secret and My Sister’s Death Chapter 07 Return From Torment

Lawson? Why are all of you here?”

When I woke again, it was already the next day.

I was lying in a hospital bed with a group of familiar faces around me.

Henry Lawson, a senior physician who had known Seren professionally, frowned when he saw me.

“You told me you’d come see me in a week. I waited for you yesterday, but you never showed up. So I came looking.

“I never expected to find you locked in a freezer. And your face… who did this to you?

“Tell me who hurt you. I will not let them get away with it.”

Rachel Morgan, my senior colleague, stood beside him with red eyes.

“Where is Claire? Does she know someone locked you in a freezer? And what happened to your face?”

I gave her a bitter smile.

Claire had known. Worse, she had allowed it.

Henry gave a cold snort.

“Forget that for now. Go find out who did this. I want to know who had the nerve to lay a hand on one of my own.”

I quickly caught Rachel’s arm.

“Don’t. I’m going to show you something much better.”

By the time we reached the 13th floor of Westbridge Medical Center, the hallway was packed with doctors and nurses.

Claire’s legs had not improved after the surgery the day before,

They had gotten worse.

Lucas had no choice but to schedule a second operation.

Some doctors came to observe his technique.

More of them came to watch the disaster unfold.

Lucas had neither the experience nor the skill for the position he held.

Everyone knew he had only become department chief because Claire put him there.

Plenty of people resented him for it.

Henry, Rachel, and I blended into the crowd.

de the operating room, Lucas looked nothing like he had the day before.

His calm confidence was gone.

His face was full of panic.

Claire lay on the operating table and leaned toward him to speak quietly.

I watched her lips and read the words.

“If you can’t find him, forget it. Just start the surgery.”

Lucas’s face changed instantly.

“No. No. I can’t.”

He realized how badly he had reacted and forced a weak smile.

“I still feel terrible about what happened yesterday. If I don’t apologize to Rhys, I won’t be able to focus. I won’t be at my best for your surgery.”

I almost laughed.

He really knew how to lie.

He only wanted to get me alone so he could force more surgical details and precautions out of me.

Too bad. I had already told him the truth. The only person who knew every detail was dead.

He had killed her himself.

Too bad for him. This mess had landed squarely in his lap, and there was no getting out of it.

The observers grew restless when nothing happened for a long time.

Claire finally reached her limit.

Fighting through the pain, she forced herself back into the wheelchair and left the operating room.

In the hallway, she called me.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

I answered.

The second the call connected, her furious voice came through.

“Rhys, you’ve taken this tantrum far enough. This is the most important moment in my recovery. Get over here right now.”

“Claire, you sure don’t sound very sorry. I’ll be there, but Lucas better be on his knees begging when I show up.”

Her brows pulled together.

“Rhys, don’t push it.

“I’m still your wife. Can you really stand there and watch me spend the rest of my life unable to walk? Do you want me to be disabled forever?”

“Wife?”

I laughed coldly.

“Claire, you signed our divorce papers in front of everyone watching the livestream yesterday. We’re already divorced.

“And the best treatment window passed yesterday. If you keep delaying, you may lose your legs for good.

I watched all the color drain from her face.

She immediately repeated my demand to Lucas.

His eyes widened.

He stumbled back several steps.

For a moment, he hesitated.

Then something vicious replaced the fear in his eyes.

He actually dropped to his knees in the hallway.

Everyone there saw it.

Word by word, he apologized to me and begged me to appear and forgive him.

Claire’s tired voice came through the phone.

“Satisfied? Now get over here.”

“Fine.”

I ended the call and stepped out of the crowd.

The moment Lucas saw me, his eyes lit up.

He rushed over, grabbed my hand, and burst into tears like a child caught doing something wrong.

I ripped my hand away and smiled at him.

“All right, Lucas. I forgive you. Now go do the surgery.”

His face stiffened.

Then the fake tears started again.

“Rhys, I know you’re not gonna let this go that easily. But if you won’t forgive me, I can’t settle down. I can’t

anything right like this.

‘Please come to the lounge with me. I have something for you there. I picked it out myself as an apology. ! promise you’ll be satisfied.”

Even with Claire standing there, he tried to have his people drag me away.

Just as they were about to force me down the hall, a furious voice rang out from behind us.

“Stop right there! You think nobody’s got Rhys’s back?”