I lowered my head to look at the report Emily handed me, and my expression darkened instantly. I grabbed her hand.
“Come with me to the operating room. I left something inside.”
Emily saw the icy look in my eyes and was frightened, but she still chose to trust me.
But my mother pulled my arm back.
“What could be more important than taking Emily home? It’s already dinner time! She waited outside so long her legs are swollen—don’t you know how to take care of your wife?”
I shook off her hand.
“It’s something very important.”
My mother glared at me, about to say more, but Emily gently patted her back.
“Mom, Nathan’s work is important. It’ll only take a moment.”
Hearing that, my mother reluctantly agreed.
“Then we’ll go with you.”
I didn’t respond and simply led them toward the operating room.
The moment we stepped inside, I locked the door and jabbed a needle into Emily’s neck.
My parents panicked, pounding on the door like mad.
“What are you doing?! Emily is carrying your baby!”
I pressed the scalpel to Emily’s neck and forced her step-by-step toward the operating table.
“This baby cannot stay.”
Emily looked at me in desperation, then pulled a report from her bag.
“Nathan, if you think the child isn’t yours, look at the test. There’s a DNA section proving he is your biological son!”
I didn’t even glance at the paper. Instead, I tied her firmly to the operating table.
My mother hammered the door, shouting, and soon the entire hospital was rushing over.
“Nathan, if you dare cut out that baby today, your career is over! I’m begging you—don’t do something so foolish!”
My father looked at me anxiously.
“Son, I know you’re stressed from work, but put the scalpel down. Whatever the matter is, we can talk as a family.”
I ignored them and calmly began checking the surgical instruments.
Emily stared at the scalpel in my hand, tears streaming uncontrollably.
“Nathan… just two more months. Please spare him. Didn’t you always want to be a father? You even signed up for a baby-care class the moment you heard I was pregnant, just to welcome our child properly.”
“Nathan, I know something must be wrong. But whatever it is, I’ll face it with you.”
I glanced at Emily’s swollen belly, a chill flashing through my eyes.
“I can’t wait anymore.”
I picked up the disinfectant wipes and began cleaning her abdomen.
Soon hospital security arrived, followed by my department director who had been urgently called from home.
“Nathan, have you lost your mind? If you cut her open today, you’ll lose not only your job but your freedom! You’re about to be promoted to deputy chief. Are you really willing to throw it all away?”
I ignored every plea and lifted Emily’s clothing.
Just as I raised the scalpel, there was a loud thud outside—the sound of my mother dropping to her knees.
The reporters immediately turned their cameras toward her.
