He Let His Intern Carve on His Mother's Heart

When I rushed to the hospital, I walked straight into the sight of Eugene Shaw with his arm wrapped around his intern. Meanwhile, my mother-in-law, Amanda White, lay alone on a stretcher. The upper half of her body was covered with a white sheet, but her chest was soaked in blood.

My head buzzed.

Clinging to a sliver of hope, I reached out with trembling hands and lifted the sheet.

Eugene grabbed my wrist and stopped me. "She's already dead. What's there to look at? There are young girls around here. Don't scare them. Not everyone is as tough as you."

I took a deep breath, forcing down my anger. "Why are you so nervous? If there's nothing to hide, why won't you let me see? Eugene, you're supposed to be a world-renowned cardiac surgeon, yet you managed to kill someone during a routine heart surgery… I want to see the surgical footage."

He reacted like a cat that had its tail stepped on, instantly flying into a rage. He dragged me toward the nurse's station.

"Your mom was in poor health. Who can you blame for that? At her age, dying is no big deal. Just sign the consent form and stop causing trouble. Don't drag Peggy into this, or I won't let you off!"

A nurse immediately handed me the document.

I glanced at it. The name of the deceased clearly read Amanda White, but Eugene was too busy doting on his precious intern to even look at it.

How could he assume the one who died was my mother?

I let out a cold laugh and suddenly pulled the sheet back. "Eugene, take a good look. Do you even know who's lying here?"

The face beneath was drenched in blood, completely unrecognizable, while the chest cavity lay wide open with two bold letters, PF, carved into the heart.

My mind went completely blank.

I had braced myself for this, but the anger still hit me like a wave.

I rushed forward and slapped Eugene across the face twice. "You animal! Do you even realize that's your mother?"

He slapped me twice without hesitation.

His eyes were bloodshot with rage. "Lorraine! I'm trying to help you, and you dare curse my mother here?

"Your mom was the one in poor health. She died from something so minor, and she even scared Peggy. My mother is in Ousbornia right now. Keep talking nonsense, and I'll divorce you!"

I let out a bitter laugh.

Did he really not know that Amanda had collapsed because of the red-eye flight he booked just to save money?

She had insisted on returning for treatment because she trusted him completely. After all, her son was the best cardiac surgeon. She believed he would save her.

However, that same son didn't even spare her a glance. He sent her straight into surgery and handed her over to his intern to play this sick game.

I suddenly found myself looking forward to the moment Eugene realized the dead person was his mother.

If he didn't care, why should I?

I spread my hands and shrugged. "I can't sign this."

I was telling the truth.

The one who died wasn't my mother. How could I sign it?

Eugene instantly exploded, assuming I was deliberately making things difficult.

He flung the document straight at my face. "You won't sign? Someone, lock this crazy woman in the morgue! Don't let her out until she signs it!"

My face went pale. "Eugene, have you lost your mind? You know I'm afraid of—"

Eugene let out a cruel smile and patted my cheek. "Then be a good girl and sign it, or I won't go easy on you."

After seven years of marriage, I finally saw how cold and heartless Eugene truly was.

The nurse picked up the document and sighed. "Ms. Beaumont, just sign it. I know you're upset and acting out of jealousy, but Peggy is Dr. Shaw's student. If something happens to her, Dr. Shaw won't escape responsibility either. He's your husband. You don't want to ruin his career, do you?"

I looked at her in disbelief. "If the one who died were your mother, would you still be this generous?"

Her face flushed red with anger. "What kind of attitude is that? I was just trying to help!"

I let out a cold laugh and filed a complaint on the spot. These nurses treated that intern with far more respect than they ever showed me.

I had loved Eugene so deeply that he and everyone around him saw me as some pushover. However, that was over now.

While the nurse wasn't paying attention, I slipped away.

The moment I got outside, I contacted a lawyer and drafted a thorough divorce agreement.

Just as I was about to reach out to Eugene, he came looking for me first.