I Am The Real Heiress

Synopsis

"Milton, sign here. Save the mother or child?" I lay on the cold operating table, consciousness already slipping at the edges. The anesthesia had not fully taken effect, but the blood loss had drained the warmth from my body. My eyes remained open, fixed on the harsh surgical light overhead, while the hurried footsteps of nurses blurred around me. And then I heard Milton's voice. He was the man I had loved him for three years and married, my husband, Milton Graves. His voice came from just beyond the operating room door. It was steady, without hesitation, stripped of all warmth. "Save the child."