Chapter 3

Five years of clinical experience had forged these hands that could hold a scalpel for 27 hours without trembling. Only such hands could perform the craniotomy to remove the hematoma pressing against Galen's cranial nerves.

Cold sweat ran down my forehead as I glared at Albert. "Galen's condition can only be treated by me. Take me to the hospital now, and I'll forget everything you've done!"

Albert smirked. "Celine told me you only went to medical school to seduce some guy! You don't deserve to hold a scalpel."

Then he barked at the bodyguards, "Destroy her hands! Let's see how much more arrogance she can show!"

Before I could protest, the sticks rained down on my fingers like hail. The pain drilled into my bones, and I nearly fainted. By the time they stopped, my hands were mangled beyond recognition.

White bones jutted through torn flesh, and I crawled desperately toward the door.

Jacob Butterfield, my senior, who was a genius in orthopedics, could save my hands if I reached a hospital in time.

I initially pursued medicine for Galen, but once I realized I could save countless lives, healing became my life's purpose.

Patients were waiting for surgery even now. For their sake, I had to take care of these hands.

I dragged my injured body toward the door, but a pair of shoes suddenly blocked my path.

I clutched at the person's pants like a lifeline. My voice trembled. "Please, take me to the hospital, find Dr. Butterfield..."

Before I could finish, a familiar cold laugh cut me off. "Sabrina, even now, you haven't forgotten Jacob!"

Galen lowered his gaze. A storm was brewing behind his eyes. Like an enraged lion, he yanked me off the ground. "Do you love him that much? Even now, you're still thinking of another man!"

My hand slammed against the doorframe with a dull thud. Catching sight of my twisted fingers, Galen's expression faltered slightly, and he eased the pressure of his grip. "How did you get so badly injured?" he asked, frowning.

Just then, a 2-year-old child came running, clinging to his leg. He called him 'Daddy'.

Celine appeared, dressed in matching pajamas with Galen, looking like she had just woken up. "Galen, what are you doing here this late? Your son's waiting for you to put him to bed." Her tone was playful yet scolding.

Then, when she noticed me, she tugged at her collar, but the fresh bite marks on her neck were impossible to hide.

I felt as if I had been punched. I was dizzy and disoriented. "What… What is going on with this kid?" I asked.

Galen stiffened, but Celine quickly explained with an apologetic expression. "Sabrina, I didn't say anything before because I didn't want to affect your relationship with Galen.

"But rest assured, he and I were just fulfilling each other's physical needs. Three years ago, there was an accident, and this child was born."

She carried the boy and crooned, "Baby boy, this is your dad's wife. Say 'Sabrina'!"

I could only watch in disbelief. I had been abroad for three years, and Galen already had a two-year-old. That meant that he had slept with Celine before I left.

When I confronted him, he snapped, impatient. "If you can sleep with another man, why can't I have a child with another woman?"

Seeing his smug, self-righteous face, any lingering affection I had for him evaporated. While I stayed up all night in the lab trying to save his life, he had been in bed with Celine! "No wonder you suspected me of cheating all those years. You were guilty yourself!"

With a loud slap, pain flared across my cheek as blood trickled from my mouth.