Chapter 4
As Adam's chest was opened and his heart, torn apart by countless glass shards, was revealed under the harsh lights, shocked gasps filled the observation room.
The situation was far worse than anyone had expected.
Glass fragments, packed like cruel thorns, were rooted deep in the still-beating heart.
The largest shard nearly pierced the entire right ventricle, its razor-sharp edge glinting dangerously, like it could slice through that delicate artery at any second.
"How... how could anyone possibly get that out?" one of the experts muttered in disbelief.
"There's absolutely no space to operate!" another said.
"If we so much as touch it, the blood vessel next to it will definitely burst!" a third warned.
The senior specialists all looked troubled, shaking their heads as if they'd already written off the surgery.
My tone stayed flat, like I was just walking someone through how to take apart a gadget.
"Vascular clamp. Thirty-five degrees, two millimeters deep.
"Go in at the vessel next to the biggest shard. Clamp the base, twist it fifteen degrees counterclockwise, then pull up.
"Yeah, just like that. Take it slow, steady hands, no shaking."
Gavin was like the perfect extension of my hands.
He had absolute trust in me, following every instruction without a second thought.
Under his skillful touch, the first shard came out, miraculously, and completely intact.
Seconds slipped away, each moment feeling endless.
Inside the operating room, the only sounds were my steady instructions and the faint clatter of surgical tools.
In the observation room, everyone held their breath, witnessing what could only be described as a medical miracle.
They stared at me, a woman in a wheelchair, hands completely paralyzed, using nothing but my mind to orchestrate the surgery, dragging a patient back from the jaws of death.
Just as the surgery reached its most critical moment, the door to the observation room burst open.
Olivia stormed in, dressed in a Chanel suit, her makeup flawless.
She took one look at the screen, rushed over to Morgan, and started crying into the intercom, her signature tearful voice trembling.
"Morgan! You can't let her do this! She's just trying to get back at you!
"She hates you for ruining her hands. She'll let your dad die on that table! You have to stop her!"
Her sharp, dramatic voice instantly shattered the tense focus in the observation room.
Morgan's face was already ghostly pale, and when he heard her, he nearly lost his balance.
He locked his gaze on my calm profile on the screen, torn between doubt and desperation.
Yeah, I hated him so much. How could I ever truly want to save his father? ' I thought.
Maybe I was just waiting for a chance, a moment to make him taste the agony of losing someone he loves.
In the operating room, Gavin's hand paused for a moment at the sudden interruption.
I didn't even raise my head or move a single eyebrow.
I spoke into the intercom.
"Mr. Arthur, according to the agreement we signed, any unexpected events during the surgery are your responsibility.
"So, you can exercise your right to call off the surgery whenever you want and let your father die right here.
"Or, you can make sure anyone irrelevant shuts up."
My words hit Morgan like a splash of ice water, shocking him awake.
He snapped back to his senses.
His gaze shifted from me to the heart being saved on the screen, then to Olivia, still sobbing at his side.
His face contorted with rage as he suddenly reached out and clamped his hand tightly over Olivia's mouth.
"Mm... mm..." Olivia's eyes widened in panic.
"Shut up!" Morgan spat through gritted teeth, then hauled her out of the observation room like he was dragging a lifeless body.
Things finally quieted down.
I refocused and kept issuing commands.
"Finish suturing the last vessel. Use 7-0 suture, continuous technique.
"Check for bleeding points.
"Close the chest."
As the final stitch went in and the monitor showed stable, steady vitals, Gavin finally let out a shaky breath, nearly collapsing from exhaustion.
He spoke into the microphone, his voice hoarse and trembling with excitement.
"Eileen, the surgery... we did it!"
In that moment, every doctor in the observation room, even those senior experts who had doubted me at first, rose to their feet.
Thunderous applause erupted, and it just wouldn't stop.
That applause was for the miracle we'd just pulled off, and for me.
For me, the woman who'd lost her hands, but still climbed to the top of the medical world with nothing but my brain and my smarts. A legend, standing tall against all odds.
I sat back in my wheelchair, the applause washing over me like a tide, my face blank and emotionless.
Exhaustion crashed over me like a tsunami.
I wasn't a god.
I was just a regular person who'd just finished my revenge.
The operating lights went out, and the door swung open.