Chapter 5

The ward curtains were drawn so tightly not a crack showed.

The phone at the bedside was looping the sound of a fetal heart monitor alarm.

Several torn four-dimensional ultrasound photos were scattered on the floor.

Those were ones I'd waited in line alone to take at six months.

Isaacson covered her ears, rolling desperately on the bed.

"It's her! She's sending messages cursing me!"

"She said she and the child won't let me go, she wants to drag me to hell with her!"

Blake strode over and held her tightly in his arms.

"It's okay, it's okay. Just hallucinations."

"It's not a hallucination! Look at the phone!"

Isaacson trembled as she pointed to the phone on the floor.

Blake picked it up. On the screen was a text from an unknown number.

"You stole my husband. My child and I will haunt you even as ghosts."

Blake's expression instantly darkened.

He was too familiar with this tone. In the past, when I was pushed to the edge, I would also use this desperate tone to question him.

"She's really lost it."

Blake clenched his teeth, his eyes full of disappointment.

"Using the child to scare a patient—is this her medical ethics as a doctor?"

I floated in midair, watching Isaacson buried in his embrace, a cold smile appearing.

Of course she knew I was already dead. When she stabbed me last night, her eyes were terrifyingly clear.

She had even calmly stuffed the knife handle into my hand after pulling it out, creating the false appearance of a struggle.

Now, she was using a dead person's name to continue playing the victim in front of Blake.

Blake took out his phone and called the medical affairs office.

"Mr. Johnson, it's me. About my wife's advanced training qualification for next year, cancel it for now."

"She's been extremely emotionally unstable during pregnancy, showing paranoid and aggressive tendencies. She's not suitable to continue contact with patients."

"Yes, I'll submit a psychiatric evaluation statement."

In a few words, he stripped away three years of my effort and used his professional status to label me mentally abnormal.

After hanging up, he sent me an ultimatum.

"Come to the hospital within ten minutes and apologize to Isaacson in person."

"Otherwise, after the child is born, I won't let you continue being this willful. I'll consider having you temporarily stop working and focus on taking care of the child at home."

The message was sent successfully, still no reply.

Isaacson pulled at his collar, crying until she couldn't catch her breath.

"Blake, I'll never be able to have children in this life. Why does she have to use a child to provoke me?"

Blake looked at her pale face, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the velvet box he had originally prepared for me.

With a snap it opened. A pure silver baptismal cross necklace gleamed, 'Oliver' glaring on it.

"Don't be afraid. I'll always be with you from now on."

Blake took Isaacson's hand and placed the cross necklace that belonged to my child in her palm.

"This is for you. Consider it her apology to you."

Isaacson broke into a smile, gripping the cross tightly.

With a bang, the ward door was kicked open violently from outside.

Professor Angel stood panting in the doorway, hair disheveled, eyes red as if dripping blood.

She strode forward, raised her hand, and slapped Blake hard across the face.

The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the ward.

Professor Angel's voice trembled:

"She and the child are both dead, and you're still using the child's things to placate the murderer?"