Attracted By My Ex-wife Chapter 311 The Surgery

"Doctor, I have given you enough money. Besides, you have promised me and I have recorded the
conversation. If you don't do it now, I will sue you and your career will come to an end in no time. I don't
think you would want that." Selma served the cold threat matter-of-factly as she inspected her nails.

The doctor gulped and nodded. He had no other choice but to comply with her since he was well aware
that Selma's threats were anything but empty. AN Group had the power to destroy a person's life in
seconds without a second thought.

Although he felt pity for the cute little girl, he had to do this if he wanted to keep his job.

He walked into the operating room and turned his gaze towards Sally who smiled at him and said
conspiratorially, "Doctor, I know Grandma is making a mistake again, but it doesn't matter. Mom will
come and rescue me."

Grandma?

The doctor was taken aback. He subconsciously turned his head to look at the old lady, but couldn't
see anything through the door. He was surprised that such a lovely girl was Selma's granddaughter.

He shook his head in disbelief.

Was Selma crazy, doing such a cruel thing like removing the heart of such a lovely girl, who was
actually her own blood? She was really a heartless woman.

"Your name is Sally, right?" he asked her with a faux friendly smile.

Sally nodded. "Yes." Looking at him quizzically, she asked, "Doctor, why do you keep such dangerous
things? Mom always forbids me from playing with knives. She says that if I play with them then I will get
hurt.



Although I know Mom will come, but I'm still a little scared." The Doctor remained silent as she babbled
on. "Is Mom here? My mother's name is Anne. She is very beautiful. People say that she is a beauty."
Her eyes shone with pride and fondness for her mother.

While speaking about Anne, Sally felt a little disgruntled. Her eyes started welling up. "Last time, mom
came fast but this time she is late."

The doctor sighed and looked at his assistant, silently asking for help but the latter looked back at him
helplessly.

The little girl was so cute that no one could or should think of hurting her.

Moreover, what he was about to do was immoral!

The assistant whispered in a pleading tone, "Doctor, we'd better not move forward with it. Look at
her..." A lovely child would always make people soft. The female doctor shook her head and put the
knife aside, not willing to take part in the heinous crime.

The doctor sighed, aggravated. He did not want to hurt this girl either but then if he didn't...

"Stop hesitating and finish the operation if you still want to stay in A City. Otherwise, all of us will be
doomed," he said coldly.

Everyone looked at each other. They knew that they couldn't offend the woman outside, but this cute
child...

The door of the operating room closed, and the two words "In Surgery" appeared on the display panel
above the door.

Outside, Selma sat on a chair and stared at the glowing words on the display.



There was no sound of crying coming from inside. Had the anesthesia begun to work?

Tears of guilt slowly rolled down her cheeks. She buried her face in her hands.

'Sally, I'm sorry. But please forgive me. I have no choice. I have to do this for your brother!' she
repeatedly apologized to her granddaughter in her mind.

At this time, Anne rushed in. When her eyes landed on Selma, she felt hopeful, but the moment her
eyes fell on the two words 'In Surgery', her legs gave out, and she sank heavily on the floor.

Selma looked up, startled by the sound. Her face turned pale when she saw her daughter-in-law.

Why was she here?

"Selma, where is Sally? Tell me, is she inside?" Anne demanded as she got up and stomped towards
Selma. Her eyes where bloodshot as she glowered at her mother-in-law with utmost hatred.

There was no point in hiding anything now, so she admitted, "You're right. Sally is inside, but you are
late."

The word 'late' echoed jarringly in Anne's mind.

She shook her head, refusing to believe that she was too late to save her daughter. She wouldn't let
her daughter get hurt, and if she saw so much as a scratch on her then so God help them. Anne
hurried towards the door of the operating room and kicked it with her foot. She shouted, "Do you have
any professional ethics? Are you human beings? Sally is just a child. She is so healthy and beautiful.
How can you remove her heart? How can you do this?

Let me tell you, if you even dare to do anything to Sally, I will kill you, even if I have to risk my life.

Open the door. Let me in. Let me see my child. Open the freaking door!"



Anne continued yelling heartbreakingly even after her voice turned hoarse. She thumped and banged
on the door of the operating room repeatedly.

There were doctors and patients at the end of the corridor, gaping at her as they watched her yell
almost maniacally, demanding to be let in and see her daughter.

'The woman is creating a scene,'

Selma thought with a frown. She didn't expect Anne to make such a big fuss. So she stepped forward
and tried to pull away Anne.

She gritted through her clenched teeth, "Stop creating a scene! What are you doing here anyway?
Don't you want to save Eddy? He is your child as well. How can you be so heartless? Are you going to
let him die?" Selma pulled Anne's hair harshly, partly to make her listen and partly out of anger.

In the past, Anne silently endured Selma's torture and insults for the sake of Kevin and her children.

But now, she did not give a damn about anyone.

Selma dared to hurt her child and no mother would tolerate that.

Anne turned slowly, her gaze burning with suppressed fury. She clasped Selma's wrist with one hand
and wrenched her hand away from her hair. Before the older woman could even react, the same hand
shot out and wrapped around Selma's neck while she slapped her face with the other hand.

Anne was breathing heavily. Her palm was tingling. But her fingers remained wrapped around the neck.
Her raised her hand and gave the other woman another slap. She kept glaring at her mother-in-law, too
angry to utter a word.

The sound of the slaps and the stinging effect on her face, sent Selma into a momentary shock. She
did not even feel the fingers around her neck as she stared at the other woman in utter disbelief



How dare this woman, this filthy woman slap her? And that too in a public place like the hospital?

"Selma, you said Eddy is my son? Sally is also my daughter. How can you kill her?" Anne's voice
trembled with barely contained anger as her hold on the other's neck tightened. "I have put up with you
for so long. I have endured enough. You have dared to hurt her but know this, if she is killed in the
process then you won't survive either. I promise you that I will kill you with my own hands.

I don't care about the consequences."

Her voice reverberated through the corridor. Each word was dipped in hatred and venom. The
onlookers stared at the duo, wide-eyed with shock, momentarily paralyzed by the scene. Anne flexed
her fingers around Selma's neck again. The latter stared at her with fear.

How did Selma even think about saving Anne's son in exchange of her daughter's life?

Standing like other silent spectators, Emily knew that it was time to stop Anne or she might commit a
crime that would affect her children's life and it would also make her a criminal in Kevin's eyes, but
what Selma had done was too abominable.

Even she wanted to go up to them and kick the old woman as well.

So, she didn't intervene.

Instead, she continued to kick the door of the operating room angrily. "You damn doctors! Do you know
whose child is inside? She is the daughter of Kevin of AN Group. If his daughter is hurt, even a little, he
will kill you all.

Is the money given by Selma more important than a child's life? If you truly care about your lives then
you'd better think it over and open the door quickly."



Such a chaotic scene was rarely seen. The corridor was gradually filling with people. By the time, Kevin
arrived, the corridor was almost packed. He weaved and squeezed his way through the throng of
people and when he emerged, his eyes widened at the sight in front of him.

Anne's hair was askew and her clothes were torn, but that did not alarm him as much as what she was
doing. She was throttling his mother whose eyes were about to roll at the back of her head. If he didn't
stop her then Selma would certainly die.

He was not letting Anne kill his mother in a fit of rage.

It was undeniable that Selma had done a grave mistake, but anyhow, she shouldn't be killed by his
wife.

Kevin hurried towards them. He snaked an arm around Anne's waist and tried to pull her away.
However, it backfired. She turned around and slapped him as well.

The impact of the resounding and hard slap had Kevin's face turn the other way. But he did not loosen
his hold.

"Kevin, let go of me," Anne growled as she struggled against his hold. "Selma killed my daughter. I'll let
her pay for it with her life. Let go of me at once, or I'll kill you too!" She looked at him murderously.

Hell hath no fury when a mother was angered. If her love and patience were unconditional then her
wrath was vindictive.

No mother would accept such a treatment towards her child. So Kevin could not fault Anne either.

When Kevin did not budge, Anne thought angrily, 'So he wants to die? Well, I will fulfill his wish. What's
the use of living anymore? What's the use of love or being together with each other when everything is
over?'



She did not feel hesitant to kill anyone. She could bear everything as long as her daughter was alive.

"Kevin, you bastard. I said let me go!" Anne shouted again, continuing her struggle to break free. But
she was not as strong as him.

Then she gripped his hand and sank her teeth into the flesh. Kevin snorted before wincing a little but he
did not stop her, letting her vent out her anger.

On the other hand, Selma struggled to breathe.

Anne was really going to kill her just now!

Gasping for breath, Selma saw what was before her eyes clearly as the white mist started to gradually
dispel.

Kevin was holding Anne tightly even though his hand had started bleeding from her wild onslaught.

"Kevin," Selma said weakly. Her voice was raspy.

Kevin's gaze immediately shifted towards his mother but the gaze held no concern or warmth as Selma
might have expected. Instead, they were cold and filled with hatred. Her body went rigid as she stared
back at her son in disbelief.

It was the first time that Kevin had looked at her in this manner.

So he blamed her as well.

"Ugh!" While Kevin was distracted, Anne heavily stepped on his foot. He couldn't help but groan in pain
and in the process, he released his hold on Anne. She took the opportunity to free herself and kicked
the door of the operating room with force.



"I beg you, please let go of my daughter. She is only two years old. Take my life instead, but let go of
my daughter," Anne pleaded earnestly. The energy and rage had been sapped out of her body. Her
eyes burned with unshed tears as she continued knocking on the door.

Her legs gave out. Exhausted, she slid down on the floor. She could no longer hold back her tears after
she was met with silence from the other side. The tears rolled down her cheeks, blurring her vision.
They intermingled with Kevin's blood that was still splattered on her lips and chin.

Gritting his teeth, Kevin strode towards the door and it was then that the door slowly creaked open.

Inside the ward, the doctor wore a mask and held a sleeping Sally in his arms. Anne hurriedly stood up
and ran to her daughter.

She took Sally from him and cradled her protectively in her arms. Her gaze did a preliminary inspection
for any blood or injury on the child's body. Thankfully, there were none. She was sleeping peacefully,
oblivious to her surroundings. Anne kissed the top of her head lovingly, thanking the Almighty for
keeping her child safe.

Kevin glared at the doctor. The latter confessed, "Temptation of money can be resisted by a few.
However, we could overcome that temptation because of your daughter." He smiled ruefully at the
sleeping child, "She is a precious one. None of us had the heart to harm her in any way." He lowered
his gaze as he was still feeling guilty for having accepted the offer in first place.

It was good to see that human nature triumphed over money.

Kevin nodded slowly and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you." Even though he was angry, now, he
couldn't help but feel grateful to him. They could have easily killed her but they didn't.

The doctor shook his head, and silently left. He knew that his career had come to an end as the matter
had escalated.



But at this moment, he did not feel regret or guilt. Instead, he felt as if a burden had been lifted off his
chest. His conscience did not berate him. Maybe money was not that important after all.

Anne pulled Sally closer to herself. She rested her chin on top of her head. Her fear had dissipated, the
adrenaline rush was also decreasing. Her daughter was safe. She knew her daughter was just given a
narcotic and would wake up when the drug's effect was over.

However, she couldn't help but think what would have happened had she not arrived in time or whether
her daughter would still be alive had the doctors not been kind.

Kevin took a step towards Anne who immediately stepped back, holding Sally protectively and glaring
at him.

Kevin's heart ached, but he didn't dare to go any further. Helplessly, he pleaded, "Anne, don't do this.
Please..."

Anne shook her head and looked at Selma with hatred. "I don't believe you. I won't believe the Fu
Family anymore. I'll leave with my daughter. I won't let my child get hurt
anymore."


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