Because of His Mistress’s Lies, My Child and I Died in Operation Table novel

Just because I was a few minutes late for an emergency on the day my husband's secretary gave birth, he called away all the doctors in the operating room while I was in labor.
He said coldly, You said it was fine to wait a little longer! I'll have them come back tomorrow to deliver your baby!
Three days later, he came to the hospital, and upon seeing the cute little baby in someone else's arms, he suddenly thought of me.
"It's been three days. Where did Regina go with the baby? Why isn't she home yet?" he wondered.
One of the nurses answered, "Dr. Whitaker had a difficult labor that day. Both she and the baby died in the operating room."
"Impossible! I left five specialists there! I told them to go in the moment Regina cried out in pain! How could she possibly die?" Tom retorted.
A young nurse standing nearby spoke up timidly, "Sir, right after you left, Miss Dawson said her old injury was acting up and her back was hurting. So she took the specialists you left with her. Actually, her back wasn't injured at all. It was only later, when we reviewed Dr. Whitaker's medical records, that we discovered that the person who rescued you from the fire wasn't your secretary, but Dr. Whitaker "

Slap!
Tom slapped the nurse across the face and shouted, "Nonsense! Does she really think giving birth to a child for my family makes her so special? Now she's telling you lies about that fire in front of me? How shameless!"
"Dina jumped from the third floor to save me, and now her back hurts whenever the weather changes. I'm by her side every day, how could I not know?"
The nurse, clutching her reddened cheek, tremblingly placed the report in her hands on the table.
"But Miss Dawson's medical reports over the years have never shown any back injury. Meanwhile, Dr. Whitaker's reports show more than ten crushed fractures in her lower spine, along with severe burns. The treatment date was the very same day as the fire, eight years ago."
"It's all clearly written in this report. Please take a look." The nurse, with a slightly pleading tone, pushed the report on the table towards Tom again.
He glanced down at the stack of reports, then threw them directly into the trash can.
That man let out a mocking laugh. "Regina's tricks are getting bolder by the day. Now she's even learning to hide and let you guys stand up for her! But I'm not stupid! Eight years ago, on the day of the fire, I called her hundreds of times, but she didn't answer! If it weren't for Dina, I probably would have died in that fire!"
"Besides, we've been married for many years; I know her body like I know myself. Do you think I, as her husband, wouldn't know if she had a broken back or burns on her lower back? Dragging up something from eight years ago ... your Dr. Whitaker has become both malicious and stupid!"
My spirit floated above Tom's head, while a piercing pain shot through my empty heart.
Tom Lynch truly had never believed me.
Even though he'd seen me taking handfuls of pills over the years, noticed the strangeness in our intimate moments, and even witnessed me being wheeled into the operating room eight years ago while recovering in the hospital, he still refused to believe it.
He still insisted that the person who rescued him from the fire eight years ago was Dina Dawson, not me.
"Mr. Lynch " someone tried to speak again.
But he snapped, "Enough! I don't want to hear it! Tell Dr. Whitaker this: she can come back to this family if she wants, but if not, she can die out there with the child!"
"Dr. Whitaker really is dead "
Tom slammed the door shut with a loud bang. Amidst the deafening sound, he didn't hear the nurse's sobbing mutterings at all.
The moment he arrived home, he saw the room filled with things I had prepared for the child.

Tom kicked the items aside as if they were trash, and then immediately pulled out his phone to call Dina.
"Dina, I'm having the driver bring over all those things prepared for the child. Regina and the little bastard in her womb aren't worthy of what I had prepared for them!"
After watching the driver take away those eyesore items, Tom finally let out a sigh of relief.
He poured himself a glass of red wine, turned on the TV, and sank into the sofa. Just as he raised the glass to his lips, the mournful voice of a news anchor came from the television.
[Three days ago, a famous obstetrician-gynecologist in our city died on her beloved operating table, along with her child, due to complications during childbirth. May she rest in peace.]
Tom put down his glass and sprang up from the sofa. His eyes were fixed on the large news headline.
An obstetrician-gynecologist? Difficult labor?
He frowned deeply, but after a dozen or so seconds, his expression relaxed into a smile.
In this vast city, you can find an obstetrician-gynecologist everywhere you look.
Besides, my medical skills have always been top-notch. I definitely wouldn't die on the operating table. Even if I had to get a janitor to assist, I could have delivered the baby successfully.
But the truth was ... I really shouldn't have died that day.
A mother's strength is boundless, even in despair. I screamed until my throat was hoarse, but no one came. So, I had no choice but to grit my teeth and deliver the baby myself.
The baby's head was almost out, but my frantic pushing only worsened the old injury in my spine C the one still held together by more than a dozen steel pins. I simply didn't have any strength left.
Tom sat back down on the sofa, pondered for a long time, seemingly thinking of something, and took out his phone to call his assistant.
"Go and send some money to the family of that deceased obstetrician-gynecologist. It's not an easy job; dying on the operating table I don't know whether to be happy for her or sad."
The assistant on the other end was silent for a few seconds before speaking hesitantly, "Tom, I heard from a friend that the obstetrician was from our hospital. I think her name was "
"Tom." Dina's coquettish voice from the courtyard made Tom hang up the phone and walk outside.
The assistant on the phone had almost spoken my name, but his boss was already moving further and further away from the phone, clinging to Dina in the courtyard.
I've been gone from this world for five days.
After returning home drunk one night, Tom looked at the empty house and seemed to finally remember me.
He then called my office, "Tell your Dr. Whitaker to stop fooling around and come back immediately. Even if she doesn't want me as a husband, the child still needs me as a father. And don't try to fool me with any more nonsense about life and death. I left the hospital's five most authoritative specialists with her that day. She would have been fine."
The one who answered the phone was the young nurse he had slapped that day. Her respectful tone carried a hint of impatience. "I already told you that Miss Dawson took away all the specialists you kept!"
Tom paused while lighting his cigarette. "Dina took away the specialists?" he asked.
The nurse on the other end seemed to see a glimmer of hope. "Yes, she took them all! Dr. Whitaker was the only one left in the entire hospital. So "
"Was it because Dina's back injury flared up? Did she get examined? Is it serious?" Tom interrupted the nurse, his eyes filled with anxiety.
The nurse froze upon hearing his words. After a long pause, she finally spoke again, "Mr. Lynch, Miss Dawson's back wasn't injured at all. It's Dr. Whitaker "

Alas, Tom interrupted her, "That's enough! Are you ever going to stop? You're just an employee of my family's hospital, so please stop calling Regina Dr. Whitaker every time you talk to me. It's bad enough she's causing trouble, but you're all helping her?"
The young nurse tried to say more, but Tom had already hung up.
A trace of impatience flashed in his eyes.
Five days later, he finally dialed my number for the first time, but no one was going to answer it anymore.
Frustrated, he tossed the phone onto the sofa, only to pick it up again a few minutes later. Staring at our blank chat window that had been silent for days, he let out a heavy sigh and typed a message.
[Regina, can you please stop making a fuss? I really did lose my temper with you that day when Dina was giving birth because I was worried. If someone who works for me gets into trouble, how can I ever do business outside again? Especially Dina, you know that she saved my life eight years ago. We can't be ungrateful people.]
[I've always been careful. I even asked Dr. Law about your condition beforehand. He said there wouldn't be any problem with a natural birth. I had five specialists on standby that day. You're my wife, and you were carrying my child. How could I ever bear for something to happen to you?]
[Hurry up and bring the child back. The baby is small, and you need someone to look after you, too. I'll be waiting for you at home.]
After sending the messages, Tom sank back into the sofa.
Suddenly, a thunderstorm erupted outside. He quickly stood up and called his driver. "Get ready, take me to the hospital. Regina is scared of thunder. I need to be with her."
No sooner had he hung up than the phone rang again. Tom hesitated for two seconds when he saw the caller ID, but he still answered it.
Dina's tearful voice instantly came through the line, "Tom, it's thundering outside, and the baby won't stop crying. I'm so scared."
The driver had already braved the rain to enter the building. "Mr. Lynch, the car is ready."
Later, Tom walked through the storm and got into the car.
Watching the driver head towards the hospital, he spoke in a low voice, "Don't go to the hospital. Take me to Miss Dawson's residence."
Dina was waiting in the yard with an umbrella. The moment she saw Tom, she dropped it and threw herself into his arms, not a trace of fear visible on her face.
Tom stroked her hair repeatedly, about to comfort her, when his cell phone rang urgently in his pocket.
He answered, and the police officer on the other end spoke in a serious tone, "Mr. Lynch, five days ago, a fatal accident occurred at a hospital affiliated with the Lynch Corporation. The deceased is your "
"I know, I've already asked someone to send compensation to the family," he said.
The police officer's tone became even more serious upon hearing Tom's voice, "It's not about the compensation. The deceased "
"Alright, you can contact Miss Dawson for this kind of thing. I have other things to do. I'll hang up now." Tom interrupted the police officer again and hung up the phone directly.
He turned off his phone as he pulled Dina into his arms, murmuring, "A few days ago, one of the doctors in Lynch Hospital died during surgery. I've already arranged everything, but it seems the family isn't satisfied. I'm sorry to trouble you, Dina. I'll need you to visit them again tomorrow."
Tom trailed off, his gaze falling on the stroller in the room. Seemingly remembering something, he called his subordinate and gave detailed instructions. "Go find this traditional doctor. Have him prepare some nourishing tonics according to this prescription and send them to the hospital. It's been five days; my wife has been arguing with me and probably hasn't eaten much. Go now."
"Forget it. Just bring him to the hospital. Have him examine the baby, too."

After saying that, Tom searched for the doctor's business card on his phone and sent it to Dina.
"Dina, things have been chaotic and troublesome lately. I don't have time to go with you. If you have time, go see this traditional doctor yourself."
Dina looked at the business card on her phone, and a flicker of subtle displeasure crossed her eyes. She curled up on the sofa, pretending to ask casually, "Tom, is Regina still mad at you?"
Tom frowned slightly. "Yeah, it's fine. She's just like that. She'll get over it in a few days. Don't worry."
Dina raised an eyebrow and pouted. "I'm not so sure. I think Regina is really furious this time. The other day, when I took the child to the hospital for a vaccination, I overheard the nurses talking. They said when Regina mentioned you, she didn't seem angry at all. Instead, she was joking with her colleagues, saying it's up to you whether you come or not, since the child in her belly has nothing to do with you anyway."
She even provoked him any further, "She also said she's gathering evidence. Once everything is ready, she'll file for divorce. Forget about the kidsyou won't get a single cent of the hospital shares either!'
Tom's hand, which was pouring water, suddenly froze. He turned around slowly, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Dina. "Is that true?"
"Tom, I'd even give my life for you. When have I ever lied to you?" Dina said seriously.
That man's face turned ashen. He snatched up a teacup from nearby and slammed it against the door with a loud crash.
He immediately pulled out his phone and called his assistant. "Cancel the doctor. Don't go to the hospital either. Get back here right now!"
The assistant didn't respond, but his tone was very anxious as he spoke. "Tom, the doctor said that five days ago, your wife called him, saying she was experiencing difficult labor and that she and the child were on the brink of death."
"Didn't you hear me tell you to get back here?" Tom roared.
"Tom "
Tom hung up the phone while the assistant kept calling out to him repeatedly.
He was furious, like a raging beast, overturning the table in front of him.
After a long silence, he took out his phone again and gave the order, "Arrange an adoption banquet for tomorrow. From that day forward, Dina's son will be my biological child, Tom Lynch's only son. Also, buy a diamond ring for me. I'm going to propose to Miss Dawson. And I want all of this to take place at the hospital!"
That night, Tom and Dina tangled together passionately on that small bed.
Early the next morning, he pushed her away and called the hospital. "Has your Dr. Whitaker not made a single sound since he heard I was going to propose to another woman?"
The one who answered the phone was still that young nurse. This time, she hung up the phone without saying a word.

At that moment, my body could no longer be kept in the hospital morgue.
The hospital director had reported it to the police, but Tom Lynch, as my only family member in this world, still hadn't come to deal with the matter.
Dina did show up once. But she just stood there for a moment, then said, "Just bury her anywhere."
The director simply said 'yes,' yet he felt deeply uneasy. So, he chose to arrange a funeral for me without telling Dina.
Today was the day I was to be buried. After hanging up the phone, the young nurse hurried to help with my funeral arrangements.
Tom, seeing the phone hang up, flew into a rage again.
He violently smashed his phone on the ground, secretly cursing, "Fine! Regina! Just wait! After I marry another woman and become a father to another woman's child, let's see where you'll go to cry your regrets!"
After saying this, he went back to the room and kissed Dina on the forehead. Right then, that woman clung to Tom, urging him playfully."Tom, let's hurry to the hospital to get ready. Today is the most important day for me and the baby. I don't want anything to go wrong."
Tom buried his head in Dina's neck, seeking comfort passionately. "It's still early, no rush. I've already given instructions to the hospital "
But Dina pushed him away with a coquettish laugh. "You might not be in a hurry, but I am. Come on, let's go."
Unable to resist her persistence, Tom reluctantly set off two hours early with Dina.
The hospital knew Tom was coming today for the adoption banquet, so they'd started preparing my funeral arrangements early.
Still, they hadn't expected him to arrive this soon.
The moment his car pulled into the hospital parking lot, the staff scrambled to dismantle the memorial altar. Unfortunately, it was already too late.
Tom walked in to find the floor littered with mourning banners and chrysanthemums.
His expression darkened instantly. Grabbing the hospital director by the collar, he snarled through gritted teeth, "Gregory Law, how can you manage things like this? Whose funeral arrangements are being held in the hospital? Don't you know today is my wedding day?"
Gregory frantically signaled with his eyes to his subordinates, urging them to clear away the items on the floor quickly. The staff, clearly understanding his meaning, swarmed forward to gather the scattered objects.
However, Tom sensed their unusual behavior.
He suddenly stepped forward and stomped on the mourning banner at his feet. He glared at Gregory with wide eyes as he inquired, "What are you hiding? I'll see who's so bold as to hold a funeral at my family's hospital on my wedding day!"
He swiftly bent down and yanked the mourning banner from beneath his foot.
On the stark white paper, the intense black handwriting was painfully clear and sharp. "Our heartfelt condolences on the passing of Doctor Regina Whitaker."

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