All Chapters of Surgeon's Revenge: From Ex Wife To Country's Best Doctor : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Scarlett's POV I stood completely still. I knew this. I had opened that file and read every line and known exactly what those words meant in theory. Yet knowing it and hearing it said out loud about my son were two completely different things. "It’s treatable,” the doctor continued, voice calm but serious. “Manageable with medication, monitoring, and lifestyle adjustments. We’ll run more tests to see the extent. But it’s serious. We need to be careful with physical activity for now. No more pushing until we have a full plan.” Nicholas's hand found mine. His fingers wrapped around mine, like he'd been holding his hand out for a second and I'd only just reached for it. I held on hard. "What's hypertrophic..." Valeria's voice came from behind Spencer. "whatever he said." "It means one part of Aiden's heart muscle grew a little too thick," he said quietly. "Like if one wall of a room got too wide. It makes it harder for the room to do its job." Valeria looked at him. "Is he going

Spencer's POV The cardiologist’s office smelled like fresh coffee and that sharp hospital cleaner they use everywhere. We sat around a small table, Scarlett, me, Nicholas, and Valeria tucked in the corner chair like she was trying to disappear into it. Aiden was still in his room, playing some game on the tablet they gave him. They said it was better to talk to us first and I greed. He didn’t need to hear all the details yet. Dr. Malcolm was a tall guy with brown eyes and the kind of calm voice that probably came from telling parents bad news a thousand times. He had Aiden’s chart open in front of him and a stack of papers he kept tapping into a neat pile while he talked. “Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy,” he said, looking at all of us. “The muscle on the left side of Aiden’s heart is thicker than it should be. It’s genetic. Runs in families. It makes it harder for the heart to relax and fill with blood between beats. That’s why he got dizzy during the game. The heart had to work e

Spencer's POVFor a second nobody breathed.The monitor kept beeping. The lamp by the bed hummed softly. Somewhere down the hall a cart rattled past, completely indifferent.Scarlett reached for Aiden's hand."No," Her voice cracked on the single word slightly before she pulled it back."Then why is everyone acting like this?" Aiden looked at her face."Because we got scared, really scared." Nicholas said, leaning forward in his chair. "When someone you love collapses in front of you your mind goes to the worst place before your heart has time to catch up."Aiden looked at Nicholas, then at Scarlett. Then at me, then at Valeria pressed against his shoulder."So I'm not dying?" he asked."You're not dying," Scarlett said, squeezing his hand. "You have a heart condition. I know that sounds frightening. But we found it early and that matters more than almost anything else.""The medicine is already helping," Nicholas said. "That's why you felt better after they gave it to you.""And now

Scarlett's POVI didn't move.The hallway stretched between us and at the end of it, Konrad Cruz standing with his hands in his coat pockets, completely still, looking at me like he'd been expecting me to come through that door.My chest tightened for a second, but I kept my face blank.I made myself walk calmly, even though every instinct wanted me to turn around."What are you doing here?" I asked, when I reached him."Visiting," he said. "There's no one here for you to visit," I stared at him."My grandson is here." He tilted his head slightly. "Aiden. I believe that's his name.""You don't get to call him that," I said."He carries my family's blood," Konrad said. "Whatever we think of each other, that's a fact.""The fact that I'm aware of," I said, "is that you've never met him. That you've never tried to meet him. That in ten years you made no attempt-""He's in the hospital," Konrad said. "So I came.""No," I said.He looked at me mildly. "No?""You don't come to hospitals o

Scarlett's POV The walk through our own front door should have felt like the end of something. Instead I checked the hallway behind us before I locked it, looked through the peephole and pushed the door until I heard the bolt catch properly and then turned the chain. Only after that did I let myself breathe. Konrad's voice had followed me home from the hospital. No matter what I tried to focus on Aiden talking, the balloons brushing the ceiling, the familiar smell of our apartment, they were still there, lingering in the back of my mind. "Your formation diagram is still on the table," Aiden announced from the living room. "I didn't touch it," Valeria said. “I thought you would.” Aiden said. “I thought about it,” she said. “But I didn’t.” I walked to the kitchen window and looked out at the street below. There was no black SUVs. I let the curtain fall back. Aiden's medication was due at four. I set the alarm on my phone before I put it in my pocket. Nicholas foun