Chapter 2Her Unborn Child Wanted Me Dead

Jason POV

Sarah probably didn't expect that reaction from me.

She froze for a moment, then snorted coldly.

"Ridiculous."

The door slammed shut.

I clutched my agonizing chest and stumbled after her.

Since heaven had given me a second chance, I would witness firsthand just how far this absurd farce could go.

At the rest area at the end of the corridor, Sarah was kneeling on one knee.

The top cardiac surgeon in the country was holding a young man's hand, her expression as focused as if she were restoring a priceless treasure.

And that man was Ethan.

My supposed best friend. Sarah's most valued intern.

Right now, his eyes were red as he let Sarah disinfect his index finger.

If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't even notice the cut thinner than a hair strand.

"Sarah, I'm really fine..."

Ethan sniffled. The moment his eyes met mine, his body flinched and his voice instantly took on a crying tone.

"You should go back and operate on Jason. Heart disease is no joke. What if..."

Sarah was carefully applying a bandage to his finger. At his words, she paused and turned to look at me, her gaze sharp as a knife.

"Exactly! Ethan only got hurt because he was peeling an apple for me. He's the best person in the world!"

"Bad daddy only fakes illness to scare mommy. Let him die!"

The voices from her belly came one after another. Sarah's rationality was completely derailed by this mysterious "mother-child connection."

She stood up, shielding Ethan behind her, pointing at my nose and cursing.

"Jason, look at how considerate Ethan is! Even now he's still worried about you! Look at yourself-to deceive me, you're wasting precious medical resources and even forging medical records! You're a cancer to the doctor-patient relationship!"

My heart felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand, aching and swelling.

In my previous life, I desperately tried to explain, even knelt down begging her to look at my ultrasound images. In return, I got a slap and the word "disgusting."

This life, I was tired.

I leaned against the cold wall tiles and laughed.

"Sarah, you're a doctor. Whether I'm faking or not-is it really that hard to use a stethoscope or check the monitoring data from earlier?"

Sarah frowned, seeming to waver for a moment.

Just then, Ethan suddenly stepped forward, seemingly innocent as he tugged on Sarah's sleeve.

"Sarah, actually... Jason probably just cares about you too much. A few days ago I saw him searching online for 'how to fake illness to win back wife's heart'... Don't blame him. He just loves you too much."

As he spoke, he deliberately showed a "I understand everything, I'm very magnanimous" smile toward me.

"Jason, it's okay. As long as you're healthy, Sarah and I don't mind suffering a little. Let's not do this surgery. Don't torture yourself like this."

Advancing by retreating.

Killing with words.

The trace of doubt in Sarah's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by fury at being deceived.

"Jason! What do you have to say for yourself?"

That voice came again.

"Ethan is so kind! I want Ethan to be my daddy! Bad daddy, get lost!"

Sarah took a deep breath, as if making some decision.

"Apologize to Ethan."

She commanded coldly.

"Now. Immediately. Otherwise, you're moving out of the house tonight."

The corridor fell deathly silent.

Passing nurses and patients all cast strange looks our way.

I looked at this pair of lovers before me and suddenly laughed.

"Apologize?"

I straightened my body. Though my legs were still trembling, I stood firm.

"Sarah, they say mother and child are connected at heart. That little bastard in your belly wants to change fathers. Is that what you want too?"