The Surgeon's Betrayal My Husband and His Mistress Behind Bars

"Fine. So I lost a piece of gauze. Big deal."

In the sterile silence of the operating room, Nora Qiao shoved her phone into her scrub pocket, her expression dripping with impatience.

"The surgery went fine. The patient is alive. Do you really need to make a scene over a scrap of fabric, Head Nurse Simmons? One piece more or less—who cares?"

Her lips, coated in a shade of red far too bright for an operating room, curled into a sneer.

I clenched my hands at my sides, nails digging into my palms. "Where did you lose it?"