Chapter 2 Emergencies

Moreover, the fact that he chose Sophia of all people was beyond me.

Sophia was the daughter of a housemaid at Clark Residence. Sophia had once tried to seduce William when he returned to Clark Residence. He immediately flew into a rage and kicked her out.

Later, William brought her back to be his secretary and explained, "Sophia's mother has been working at Clark Residence for years. She even came to my mother for help, so I had no choice."

I expressed my understanding at that time, but I never imagined that they had been married for seven years and had a six-year-old son.

The sound of water in the bathroom gradually stopped.

I quickly wiped away my tears, exited the chat, marked the message as unread, re-enabled the Read Receipts option in the settings, and put the phone back on the table.

When William saw me still sitting in the living room after coming out of the bathroom, he was a little surprised. "Honey, are you tired? You seem a bit down."

Although I was disgusted with him calling me so intimately, I couldn't expose everything yet. Thus, I replied, "I'm fine. Just feeling a little tired."

When he didn't notice anything unusual about me, he picked up his phone to check. After he read the text, he smiled and said, "Get some rest then. Something came up at work again, so I'll have to go."

Then, he went out and didn't come home all night.

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Since the marriage certificate I had with William was fake, I didn't even have the right to sue Sophia for the return of our marital property.

Even so, I would still fight to reclaim every single thing that belonged to me. I carefully counted my shares again and contacted other shareholders to sell them at a low price.

The next morning, I went to the company to check the records of the rehabilitation device project after the secretary told me William wasn't in the office. I kept the evidence of Sophia switching to a cheaper supplier and pocketing the price difference on my phone.

'This was the smart rehabilitation device development project that my father valued most before he passed away. That was why I pushed through and kept myself updated with its progress for several months even when I was pregnant.

'Yet, I never imagined that William would immediately hand over the project to Sophia after it gradually got on track,' I thought, my hand trembling as I held the phone.

They had ruined the project my father cherished like his own life. To make matters worse, I felt powerless to even protect it.

After I got home, William sent me a message saying he had to go on a business trip for a few days. I couldn't care less and immediately booked a flight to Stomvale for three days later.

Just as I put down my phone, a heartbreaking cry suddenly came from the nursery.

I turned around, rushed into the nursery, and saw that Emmy was covered in a widespread rash. She was breathing rapidly, and her face was turning bluish-purple.

I was so overwhelmed with fear that I trembled as I rushed her to the hospital. By the time we arrived, I felt like I had been through hell and back.

After a series of examinations, the doctor came out with the report, his expression grave. "Your daughter has an acute severe allergic reaction, which has caused laryngeal edema. Her life could be in danger if she doesn't receive treatment."

My lips trembled as I cried, "Doctor, give her the best treatment there is! I don't care what you must do, but you must save her!"

"Emergency treatment for allergies requires specific allergy relief medications and expert consultation. Our pharmacy doesn't have much stock of these special medications," the doctor explained solemnly.

I completely broke down in tears and begged the doctor again and again to find a solution.

A moment later, a nurse rushed over.

Her face was filled with apparent sympathy as she spoke, "I'm sorry, Ms. Johnson. Mr. Clark's son's pet dog wouldn't eat, so he had all the hospital's specialists and emergency medications transferred to the VIP ward."

Her words came as a blow, shattering my last shred of reason. After I handed Emmy to the nurse, I rushed to the VIP ward on the top floor.

I kicked open the ward door and saw that the dog didn't look sick at all. In fact, the Golden Retriever was lying on the carpet, full of energy, and gnawing on a bone. Meanwhile, Ethan Clark, the son William had with Sophia, teased it with a treat.

My heart ached terribly, and I couldn't help but roar, "Give my daughter the medicine!"