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I got promoted and received a raise, becoming the head of a department at the hospital.
We've had quite a few patients lately, many of them married women.
They all share one thing in common: gynecological issues.
Until one day, I received an urgent phone call.
It turned out my husband's mistress was gravely ill and desperately needed my help to save her life.
Faced with this situation, I coldly refused.
Until the mistress died on the operating table.
The killer, shockingly, was my husband.

The Lover Dies on the Operating Table, the Killer is My Husband

I began to doubt whether I was overthinking things.


Conrad pulled me along, walking somewhat hastily, and I felt something was off.


When we arrived at his place, he saw his girlfriend lying on the floor and looked very anxious.


I said, "Let me take a look at her first."


Conrad's girlfriend clutched her stomach, yelling not to let me touch her.


She clung to Conrad, adamantly refusing to let me examine her.


Conrad couldn't persuade her and insisted on taking her to the hospital.


I had no choice but to accompany them to the hospital.


We ran into the intern doctor Fintan, who told me breathlessly that there was a patient with severe bleeding who needed my help.


After a busy night, I finally finished the surgery.


I rubbed my throbbing head and called Soren, but the call was disconnected.


I tried again, but the phone was turned off.


My heart sank. Surely Soren wasn't with Felicity right now?


Chapter 5