The Surgery I Refused: His Mistress's Death Sentence

Synopsis

As the only neurosurgeon in the city qualified to perform high-risk brainstem tumor resections, I got paged for an emergency. Five years ago, my daughter was in a car crash. Intracranial hemorrhage. She needed an emergency craniotomy. I begged my husband, Richard Hayes, desperately, to sign off on the surgery, but he shoved me aside and redirected the entire team to his sister, Isabelle Hayes. A cosmetic procedure. "Isabelle has an audition tomorrow. Her face can't have a scar," Richard roared. My daughter missed the critical window and died on that cold operating table. I divorced Richard that day. From then on, I threw myself into the OR like a woman possessed, becoming the master of this scalpel. Today. Same ward. Same brainstem rupture. A life hanging by a thread. When I saw the patient's file, I snorted coldly. Even if I died, I'd never forget Isabelle's face. I stripped off my surgical gown and tossed the medical chart toward hospital director Robert Hale. "I'm not taking this case."