All Chapters of The Surgeon Forgotten Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

​"Emergency Board Vote: Motion to Remove Kendall Shank as Chairman—Effective Tomorrow Morning."​The words flashing on the tablet screen seemed to echo through the cold, quiet warehouse. Kendall read the notice twice, then a third time, his grip tightening until his knuckles turned bone-white.​"This is impossible," he muttered, his voice shaking.​One of the board directors sighed heavily. "It isn't. The required number of shareholders has already signed the petition."​Another director stepped forward, his expression stern. "Chairman... we begged you to stabilize the company. You ignored us."​Kendall looked up sharply, his eyes flashing with anger. "You've all benefited from my leadership!"​The elderly director who had admired Dizer earlier shook his head sadly. "We benefited from Miss Dizer's work."​The warehouse fell into a dead silence. Kendall's expression hardened. "You've all lost your minds."​"No," the old director replied calmly. "We've finally come to our senses."​The

​Crisis at Oscar Medical Center​The emergency room doors burst open with a loud crash. "Doctor Oscar!" Liam had barely changed into his surgical scrubs when a frantic group of nurses rushed toward him.​"We have twelve children from a school bus accident," one of them explained quickly. "Three need emergency surgery, one has severe internal bleeding, and the blood bank is critically low."​Liam immediately stepped into command, his voice calm but authoritative. "Call every nearby hospital. Contact the Red Cross. Prepare Operating Rooms One and Two." Within seconds, the entire emergency department sprang into action under his direction.​Noah hurried over, his expression grim. "We've already requested more blood, but it won't arrive for another hour."​Liam quickly reviewed the patients' medical charts. His gaze stopped on three specific files. "Three children... and all of them have O-negative blood." He looked up at Noah. "That's my blood type."​Noah nodded. "Mine too." Without ano

​"The time has finally come for us to meet."​The deep, steady voice lingered in Dizer's ears. She instinctively tightened her grip on the phone. "...Mr. Adrian Knight?"​A soft chuckle came from the other end. "So Vivian has finally spoken about me."​Dizer glanced at Vivian, who responded with a reassuring nod.​"I've heard your name," Dizer admitted. "But I don't know who you are."​"You will," Adrian replied calmly. "But that conversation deserves to happen face to face."​Dizer hesitated. "When?"​"Tomorrow. I'll send a car." Before she could ask another question, the call ended.​She slowly lowered the phone. Beside her, Benjamin released a long breath. "So... he's finally coming home."​Vivian's Estate​That evening, the fireplace crackled softly as Vivian poured tea into two cups. Dizer sat across from her, her thoughts still occupied by the mysterious phone call.​"Who exactly is Adrian Knight?" she finally asked.​Vivian smiled faintly. "If I tell you everything tonight... y

​The envelope felt heavier than it looked. Dizer stared at the elegant handwriting across the front: To Be Opened Only If Kendall Betrays Dizer. Her fingers trembled as she traced the words. Looking up at Adrian, her voice was barely above a whisper. "Did my grandmother really expect this day to come?"​Adrian let out a quiet sigh. "No," he paused before adding, "she prayed it never would. But Eleanor never ignored the possibility."​Taking a slow, steady breath, Dizer carefully broke the wax seal. Inside was a handwritten letter, along with several neatly folded documents. She unfolded the letter first:​My dearest Dizer,​If this letter has reached your hands, then my greatest fear has become reality. It means your father has failed you. For that... I am deeply sorry.​Please don't mistake this letter as permission to hate him. Hatred is a prison that hurts the person carrying it. Instead... understand him. Then choose a different path.A tear slipped down Dizer's cheek as she cont

​"I want you..." Camille said, her voice barely rising above a whisper, "...to destroy Blackridge before Dizer can build it."​Though she spoke softly, every syllable dripped with a toxic, simmering resentment. On the other end of the line, the man chuckled darkly. "So, you've finally admitted she's a threat."​Camille glanced back through the hospital's glass entrance. Inside, Liam was still standing close beside Dizer—not out of a sense of obligation or because of their marriage, but because he genuinely wanted to be there. Her jaw tightened in jealousy. "I don't care what it costs," she said coldly. "I don't want her becoming stronger."​The man remained silent for a few seconds before asking, "And what do I get in return?"​Camille narrowed her eyes. "What do you want?"​"You."​She froze instantly. "You know that's impossible."​He laughed dismissively. "Relax. I was joking." After a brief pause, his tone turned calculating and serious. "But I do want something."​"What is it?"