the Whole Family Longed for Her Death novel
But the moment he opened Emma's abdomen and saw the abdominal cavity, he immediately announced the surgery was halted.
As an expert in this field and Emma's husband, Ethan Carter took one look and forced me to discharge Emma from the hospital.
My son, Ryan Sterling, who has always been deeply attached to Emma, raised the surgical scissors to kill her the moment he saw her abdominal cavity.
In the end, Emma didnt make it off the operating table alive and became a cold corpse.
Heartbroken, I confronted them, only to be locked in the basement and conspired against to be killed.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of Emma's surgery.
*****
Vincent stood in front of me with a gentle expression. "Don't worry, Emma's condition is just a minor surgery, she'll be out in half an hour."
Hearing his reassurance, I suddenly snapped back to reality.
Seeing the surgery notice with Emma's name on it in my hand, I finally confirmed that I had been reborn.
I was reborn on the day of Emma's surgery.
In my previous life, ever since Emma was diagnosed with a liver tumor, Vincent had been very worried.
Even though all the tests were done at the hospital where he worked and the tumor was confirmed to be benign, he still wasn't at ease and postponed several academic conferences to personally operate on Emma.
Ethan, with ten years of clinical experience, was also so worried that he stayed by Emma's bedside all night.
Ryan was even more afraid something might happen to Emma, so he returned from a renowned hospital abroad to personally oversee her surgery.
Three top liver disease experts spent three days and nights repeatedly discussing a benign liver tumor. They even devised a detailed plan on how many stitches to use for suturing and how to ensure no scars after surgery.
With them around, I feel at ease.
Emma's pre-surgery indicators were all normal; if not for the tricky angle, it could have been resolved minimally invasively.
So on the day of the surgery, I didnt enter the operating room and just waited outside.
But it was this decision that ended both Emma's and my life, leaving me unable to rest in peace.
On the day of the surgery, when Emma's abdomen was opened, Vincent took one glance at the abdominal cavity, instantly turned pale with fright, and without hesitation, put away the scalpel and announced the surgery was halted.
Staring at the dimmed operating room light, I froze in shock. "Vincent, didnt you say it was a benign tumor? What happened? Why stop the surgery?"
But he didnt answer me and directly arranged for Emmas discharge.
I wanted to stop him, but he was cold and his voice was full of anger. "Olivia, this surgery absolutely cannot be done!"
I was startled by his words. Just yesterday, he personally told me that Emma's tumor was pressing on nerves and blood vessels and must be removed as soon as possible, or it would be life-threatening.
My legs went weak, and before Emma was wheeled out of the operating room, I quickly called Ethan and Ryan.
The two, who were on standby at the hospital, arrived quickly.
Seeing them, Vincent not only didnt panic but even seemed much more relaxed.
I grabbed Ryan's hand, tears streaming down. "Emma is still lying on the operating table. Please go save her."
Ryan saw the bill in Vincent's hand and roared, "Why can't such a simple surgery be done?"
Vincent said nothing, pulling Ryan toward the operating room. I followed, but they wouldnt let me in. I could only see through the glass as Emma lay motionless on the operating table with her abdomen opened.
Ryan picked up the scalpel in a tense but orderly manner, just about to start the surgery, but the moment he saw Emma's abdominal cavity, the anger on his face turned to terror.
The scalpel dropped to the ground, and he grabbed the scissors nearby, stabbing them toward Emma's wound.
Fortunately, Ethan rushed into the operating room in time to stop Ryan.
The scissors stabbed deeply into his arm. His eyes were bloodshot as he punched Ryan in the face, roaring, "Are you crazy? She's your own sister!"
Ryan licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, sneering as he pressed Ethan's head toward Emma's open abdominal wound.
Ethan, who had just risked everything for Emma, suddenly turned pale.
He hurriedly grabbed gauze to cover Emma's wound, his whole body trembling.
He murmured, "No, this surgery can't be done."
Through the glass wall, I had already noticed the abnormality in Emma's abdominal cavity.
I frantically pounded on the glass, shouting hoarsely, "What's going on? Why can't Emma's surgery be done?"
But no one paid attention to me.
Vincent stared at the lifeless Emma, his eyes nearly deranged.
"No, no way." He gave Ryan and Ethan a look. "We mustn't let anyone find out, so she'll have to die on the operating table for another reason."
I widened my eyes, my whole body numb.
I couldn't understand why the three men who adored Emma so much just the day before turned into completely different people after seeing her abdominal cavity.
Even if she really had a terminal illness, why couldn't they just tell me directly?
Seeing them pick up the instruments and start operating on Emma, I quickly called the police.
But before the call went through, Vincent caught me.
I cried and begged them to save Emma. If she really couldn't be cured, I would accept it, but at least let me know what was in her belly.
But they injected me with drugs, leaving me unable to move.
I watched helplessly as they operated on Emma, then made an excuse to declare her dead.
When I woke up, they outwardly appeared grief-stricken.
Facing my hysterical questioning, they all claimed I had lost my mind because of my daughter's death.
So, they admitted me to the psychiatric ward.
On the day of Emma's funeral, Vincent, Ryan, and Ethan came to pick me up.
Vincent acted like nothing had happened. "Babe, let's go home."
I numbly looked at them, the three in front of me felt unfamiliar and frightening.
I broke down and screamed, "Why didn't you save her? Why did you kill her? She was your family! How could you do this?"
Ryan and Ethan instantly wiped away their expressions, the coldness in their eyes seemed eager to devour me.
Vincent slapped me to the ground. "Short-sighted fool!"
I froze, pointing at them, trembling all over. "I will expose your conspiracy to murder. I won't let you off even if it kills me!"
Then, they forced sedatives on me and locked me in the basement at home.
The husband who once cared for me tenderly is now cold as ice.
Ryan, whom I raised single-handedly, wishes for my death every day.
Even Ethan, whom I personally chose and nurtured, deeply hates me.
Every one of them wants me dead.
In less than a month, my old illness relapsed, and I passed away in the basement.
I quietly wiped away the tears from the corner of my eyes.
In this life, I must figure out what really happened.
I didn't respond to Vincent and took Emma's medical reports to find the hospital director, Arthur Finch.
Even Arthur, after seeing the test results and ultrasound report, said it was a minor surgery. The hospital handles thousands of such cases every year, so he told me not to worry.
Hearing him say that, I felt slightly relieved. As long as the surgeon isn't Vincent or Ethan, Emma will be fine.
But unexpectedly, as soon as I requested a different surgeon, Vincent insisted on performing the surgery himself, just like in my previous life.
My heart sank suddenly, but I pretended to know nothing and asked, "Don't you have an academic conference? It's fine to leave it to another doctor."
He nervously scratched his head. "You're right. But I'm her dad, and only if I perform the surgery myself can I feel at ease."
I continued, "Dr. Finch already said it's a minor surgery. Are you questioning his skills?"
His eyes flickered. "No, it's just that Emma is my precious daughter. I want to be there during the surgery so I can handle any emergencies promptly."
I knew he was indeed deeply concerned for his daughter at this moment. But thinking of Emma's cold body in the previous life, I didn't dare to agree easily.
So, I called Vincent's assistant surgeon, Aiden Thomas, the youngest hepatobiliary specialist in the department.
I said, "Aiden, Vincent is getting older, and standing through a surgery can be tiring. You watched Emma grow up, so I feel at ease leaving the surgery to you."
Vincent thought I was truly considering his hard work. After glancing at Emma's medical report again, he finally nodded. "Alright, Aiden will take the lead, and I'll monitor remotely."
I smiled and watched him get into the car for the hospital's academic exchange. "I've got things covered here at the hospital. Go to your meeting with peace of mind, and I'll message you once the surgery is over."
It wasn't until the car drove away that I finally felt relieved.
Our family members are all doctors. I am the director of obstetrics and gynecology. In my previous life, I trusted Vincent and only waited outside the operating room.
But in this life, I explained the situation to ArthurI must enter the operating room myself. I need to see with my own eyes what exactly is in Emma's belly that made them go to such extremes.
When I changed clothes, disinfected, and entered the operating room, my heart sankVincent was standing in front of the operating table.
I hurried over, but before I got close, I saw Vincent staring at Emma's freshly cut abdomen, his face pale.
And Aiden, who was supposed to be the lead surgeon, was nowhere to be seen.
Vincent saw me and quickly walked toward me. I instinctively turned to run, but he still blocked my way.
His eyes were bloodshot, staring at me intently. "Olivia, this surgery can't proceed. We're taking Emma out of the hospital now."
In my previous life, even until my death, I couldn't understand why Vincent, who always doted on Emma and turned gray overnight because of her illness, changed completely after seeing Emma's abdomen opened.
Vincent gripped my wrist so tightly it hurt, the ruthlessness in his eyes identical to when he decided to kill Emma in the previous life.
I forced myself to stop trembling and, before he could continue persuading me, shouted into the operating room intercom, "Help! Dr. Sterling is trying to murder his own daughter! Call the police!"
The operating rooms were side by side, and soon many medical staff who had just finished surgeries gathered around.
Vincent didnt expect me to suddenly call for help, nor did he expect me to play the recording of Arthur and him out loud.
I held Emma's still warm hand and knelt straight before him. "All the test results, all the doctors said Emma's condition was just a minor surgery. Why did you stop the operation? Why did you want her discharged?"
Vincent's face turned red with anger as he glared at me and growled through gritted teeth, "Shut up! You fool, stand up!"
He directly dropped the scalpel he was using to stitch up Emma, but doctors from the department were already approaching.
I know this doctor. Not long ago, his son passed away from late-stage liver cancer, so when he heard about the tumor on Emma's liver, he specifically came to remind me to operate early.
He said, "So many people want surgery but can't afford it. Emma's condition only needs a simple removal. Aren't you delaying her?"
Others chimed in, "Yeah, we've seen the medical records too. We just finished a similar removal surgeryit took half an hour, and there wasn't much blood loss."
"If you keep leaving Emma on the operating table like this, her life will be in danger!"
Out of respect for Vincent's position, everyone was gently persuading him, and some even offered to perform the surgery in his place.
Vincent said nothing, just firmly pressed on Emma's wound, glaring at me fiercely.
But with so many doctors watching, under everyone's gaze, he couldn't do anything.
At that moment, Ryan and Ethan walked over in surgical gowns.
They walked through the gathered doctors and nurses and immediately saw me kneeling in front of Vincent.
Ryan quickly helped me up. But the moment he touched me, my hair stood on end.
The surrounding doctors explained Vincent's request to stop the surgery.
Ryan angrily rushed forward and grabbed Vincent by the collar.
However, Vincent shifted his body and pushed Ryan toward Emma's open incision.
"Ryan, don't look!" I screamed hoarsely.
I wanted to push him away and see what was going on.
But it was too late, Ryan still saw it.
In an instant, his eyes, which had just been red with anger, suddenly turned cold.
He stood dejectedly in front of the operating table, side by side with Vincent on either side, blocking me from approaching.
I tugged at the hem of Ryan's surgical gown and tentatively asked him about Emma's condition.
The next second, he glared at me fiercely and pushed me far away. "Mom, that's enough! Dad said no to this surgery, so no! We are Emma's family, and we have the right to refuse the surgery!"
The familiar sense of despair washed over me again.
I panicked and hurriedly grabbed the nearby doctors, pleading, "Please save Emma. It's just a minor surgery, it will be over soon. Don't I have the right to decide whether the surgery can be done?"
The scene fell silent.
Seeing the doctors gradually leaving, I quickly grabbed Ryan, begging him to save Emma.
But before I could speak, he grabbed the surgical scissors nearby and aimed them at Emma's bare body.
At that moment, Ethan rushed over and shielded Emma with his body.
Just like in the previous life, his arm was stabbed, bleeding profusely.
His veins bulged as he roared to the sky, "Are you all crazy? Emma is your family!"
But when he saw Emma's open abdominal cavity, he fell silent instantly.
One second Ethan was worried about Emma, the next he changed instantly, even showing a murderous intent in his eyes.
I completely broke down.
He turned pale, forcing a bitter smile to comfort me. "It's okay, you go out first. I'll perform surgery on Emma. It will be over soon."
He seemed to be comforting me, but his eyes kept flickering, and even his voice changed.
He was pretending.
I panicked and shook my head frantically. "No, I don't want you to operate on her. I want another doctor!"
Vincent finally lost his patience and yelled at me, "Enough! The three of us are the closest to Emma and experts in liver disease. Who else do you want to find?"
The doctors watching silently turned their backs upon hearing this.
Just as the three of them were about to start stitching, Arthur appeared.
I clung to him like a lifeline, dropping to my knees in front of him. "Dr. Finch, they said the surgery can't be done and want to kill Emma!"
Arthur looked at me suspiciously, then glanced at the three in front of him.
Ethan quickly explained, "Dr. Finch, I'm Emma's husband, and this is her father. As her family, we've unanimously decided not to operate on her now and to discharge her."
Arthur helped me up, his expression sharp. "Emma's vital signs are stable, and all indicators meet the surgical criteria. Why was the surgery suddenly stopped halfway?"
Ryan and Ethan looked at me with indifference, while Vincent continued stitching on his own, completely unfazed.
I grabbed Arthur's hand and walked toward the operating table. "I want to see Emma's abdominal cavity."
"Each of them changed their expression instantly after seeing Emma's abdominal cavity and wanted to kill her.
"The truth must be inside Emma's body."
Under Arthur's piercing gaze, Vincent reluctantly stepped aside.
But when I saw Emma's opened abdominal cavity, I finally understood why they wanted to stop the surgery and even kill her.
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