Chapter 7
I trembled as I opened the surgery footage that the technicians had just managed to recover.
It was the first time, and possibly the last, that I would watch the full footage of that surgery.
In the video, my elder boy lay motionlessly on the operating table, everything proceeding smoothly. Dr. Blackwood was
focused, his movements deft and confident as the surgery unfolded without complication.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and, voice trembling, said to his assistant, “Keep stitching. I’ll go check on his
brother.”
Once he left, the atmosphere in the room shifted abruptly.
The alarms blared, the heart rate plummeted, and the OR descended into chaos.
“V-fib!” “Pressure’s crashing!”
Several doctors rushed in to try and stabilize him, checking readings and vital signs frantically.
“Wrong does!” One of the doctors shouted, pointing at Sophie. “You got the dosage wrong! Are you insane?!”
Sophie didn’t flinch. She simply smiled and looked up at him.
“This was Dr. Blackwood’s arrangement. He told me to administer it myself,” she sneered. “If you have a problem with it,
go talk to him.”
The doctor, shaking with anger, seethed, “You’re playing with lives! Get out of here now! Start resuscitating-”
But Sophie raised her hand, and the few nurses who were fawning over her immediately blocked the doctor.
“What are you doing? You think you’re in charge?” they mocked.
Sophie continued to smile proudly, her voice cold and triumphant. “Didn’t you hear? I said Dr. Blackwood told me to kill
these little brats.”
“Valerie Greene? Ethan’ll deal with her next. The entire hospital will belong to Ethan, and I’ll be the future mistress of this
place.”
“As long as I want, I can have his children. There’s no need for these little brats to stay.”
The doctor’s face turned pale, filled with rage, but powerless to act. He flung his sleeve and stormed out.
“You’ll regret this,” he muttered, his voice barely audible.
A few moments later, Ethan stumbled back into the room.
He froze when he saw the heart rate line flatlining.
Sophie had already thrown herself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
“I tried… I really tried… I couldn’t save the child…”
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“Teacher Zhao has always hated me… She’ll definitely think it was my fault…”
Ethan held her tightly, his face pale and silent for a long time.
Eventually, he closed his eyes and muttered, “It was fate. No one is to blame… I’ll make her understand.”
The video ended there.
I nearly broke down, dropping to my knees, crying out my children’s names over and over.
“Leo, Ryan… Mommy is so sorry… I shouldn’t have let that bastard perform the surgery…”
At that moment, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I sobbed, my heart breaking into pieces.
The comments section exploded with reactions.
“It’s true… She wasn’t crazy or delusional. Her children were really killed by their father and his mistress.”
“Sophie is a complete beast! She did it on purpose! Ethan Blackwood, you don’t deserve to be called a doctor, you’re a
murderer!!”
“Ms. Greene, we were wrong about you… We’re so sorry…”
“I cried when I saw her kneeling and calling her children’s names. My heart broke.”
“Revoke Blackwood’s license nationwide!!”
“Lock them both up!”
The assistant doctor who had stormed out earlier also stepped forward.
He appeared in front of the reporters, his eyes red.
“I can prove it. The footage is real. I saw Sophie administer the wrong dosage of anesthesia with my own eyes…”
“I tried to save the child, but they stopped me… I… I’m so sorry…”
”
“Later, Ethan forced me to take the blame for ‘surgical negligence’ and fired me. Sophie threatened that if I told Ms. Greene the truth, they’d make sure I could never work in the medical field again.”
“I regret it so much… I really should have spoken up sooner.”
Next, the head of the hospital’s surveillance system spoke up.
He was trembling as he apologized.
“It was me… I deleted the footage as Sophie instructed. She said Ethan had personally arranged it and that the surgery
didn’t need to be recorded…”
“I didn’t dare to go against them… I really didn’t mean to…”
As I watched them all step forward, confessing, my heart remained unsoftened.
My children were never coming back.
This truth, this remorse-it reached me too late.
