All Chapters of The Surgeon's Foolish Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

I stared at Rick Ford's pathetic, carefully staged expression, and rage shot straight to my head."Do you even realize there's a human being dying in that ER? And you expect him to wait around for you?"Rick flinched, then looked at Clara with wounded eyes, pretending to tremble.Clara immediately jumped in front of him, blocking him, and jabbed a finger in my face. "Tommy, why are you yelling? Rick's sensitive!"Besides, your father's old and sick anyway. His life's not exactly worth much. If he can't even hang on for a few minutes, then if he dies, it's just his time."It felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over me, head to toe.So this was how Clara really saw my father. Worthless. Beneath contempt.But she forgot—my father was just a farmer, but he'd treated her like his own daughter.When Clara's family's finances fell apart, and they were drowning in debt, my father emptied his life savings to bail her out. And now she had the nerve to call him worthless. To s

Rick's accusation was so absurd it was almost laughable.But Clara believed him."Tommy! You dared to hurt Rick!"She turned to the two bodyguards at the door and shouted, "Hold him down! Break his hands! Make him pay for what he did to Rick!"Before I could react, the two burly men had already seized my arms."I didn't! Clara! I was just cleaning his wound!"But she wouldn't listen.She rushed to the wall, grabbed a decorative blue-and-white porcelain vase, and walked toward me."Clara! I'm a surgeon! My hands—"Before I could finish, she had already raised the vase high above her head.A surgeon's hands are a second life. They demand absolute precision and sensitivity—there can be no error, not even the slightest.I couldn't stop myself from pleading, my voice breaking. "I really didn't do anything, Clara. We've been married for years. Don't you trust me at all?"Her raised hand paused midair for a second.For that one second, I thought she still had a shred of humanity.

Clara grabbed the officer's arm, her voice shrill and piercing."There must be some mistake! My father is overseas on business. How could he possibly be in a car accident?"Spencer yanked her away, his face full of disgust and disappointment."There's no mistake! Go inside and see for yourself!" He pointed toward the operating room, his voice thick with accusation. "If you hadn't stopped Dr. Connolly from going in, would Mr. Stevens have died?"It struck Clara like a bolt of lightning.She looked toward the operating room in terror, no longer even aware of Rick clinging to her arm, and stumbled as she ran toward it.My hands, fortunately, had only suffered multiple fractures and comminuted breaks. The doctor said that with proper recovery, I might still have a chance to return to the operating table.After my cast was set, I stepped out of the clinic—and immediately saw Clara collapsed over my father-in-law's body in the hallway, wailing uncontrollably.She spotted me at once a

"Would she really sacrifice her own father just to send me to prison?"Rick twisted the truth, painting himself as an innocent victim of a vengeful ex-girlfriend.And the fans and internet mob who swallowed his lies hook, line, and sinker went completely berserk. They didn't just storm the Stevens Group headquarters and trash the place. They somehow tracked down the funeral hall address online, which led to that terrifying attack.Overnight, Clara became a public enemy, the most hated woman on the internet.Her access card to the Stevens Group was deactivated on the spot. She wasn't even allowed back to work. The PR department released a statement, and between the lines, it was clear they blamed her for trashing the company's reputation.Still, she didn't back down. Before long, she launched her own livestream, announcing publicly that she would take Rick to court and clear her name.Watching the video on my phone, I let out a cold laugh.Just two days ago, she was ready to die

"The doctor said that even with skin grafts, she'll never look the same again. She lies in bed every day now, in unbearable pain, kept alive on morphine. The only thing she wants… is to see you one last time," Spencer said.I tossed the damp towel into the basket and spoke calmly. "Spencer, we're already divorced.""I know! I know!" There was a trace of pleading in his voice. "But she's in such a miserable state now, Dr. Connolly. She begged me to bring you to see her. She said she was wrong. She wants to apologize to you in person…"Spencer still couldn't harden his heart toward the girl he had watched grow up.Apologize? The image of Clara smashing my hand for Rick flashed through my mind—wild, irrational. What was the point of saying any of this now?"There's no need. Spencer, it's over between us. This is the path she chose. She got exactly what she asked for. It suits her. Everything in the past is settled. Don't contact me about her again."The line fell into a long silence