Chapter 2The Race Driver Who Wouldn't Drive

“Eleanor Vance, quickly, what’s Martha’s number? Chloe’s sick, I need Martha to come take care of her for a while. I’m sure you’ll be fine managing the baby on your own, the doctor said you didn’t even get anesthesia for your C-section. I have faith in you.”

A metallic, coppery taste flooded my mouth. I lurched forward, spitting a spray of blood onto the doctor’s white coat.

The attending physician immediately snatched my phone away. “Are you even human? Your wife is still fighting for her life! Do you care about her at all?!”

“I know my wife’s constitution perfectly well. She can drink a whole table of men under for my sponsorships. She’s tougher than any man. A little pain, a bit of blood—that’s nothing to her!”

“No life is a small matter, and sacrifice deserves respect! A husband like you doesn’t deserve your wife fighting for her life to bear your child!” The doctor’s last words were practically hissed through gritted teeth.

“I’m saving someone too! My assistant is ill. Is my wife’s life more valuable than someone else’s?!”

“Besides, my wife willingly had this child for me. She hasn’t said a word, so who are you, a complete stranger, to criticize me? Be careful, I’ll file a complaint against you in a moment!”

The doctor wasted no more words. She hung up the phone, came to my side, and gently took my hand. “Child, don’t give up on yourself. All of us, the entire medical staff, will fight for you with everything we have.”

“He’s not worth it! Not for a man like him!”

No, he wasn’t worth it. I still had my mother, waiting for me to come home.

I squeezed the doctor’s hand back, a faint whisper escaping my lips: “Doctor… save me…”

After battling Death for ten grueling hours, countless units of blood pumped into my veins, the doctors pulling me back from the brink of the abyss multiple times, they finally dragged me back from death’s door and transferred me to the ICU.

I don’t know how much more time passed, but I gradually drifted back to a hazy awareness, though my eyes still refused to open. Two nurses were checking my monitors nearby.

“Did you see the news? Ryan Brooke, the number one race car driver, last night he drove his girlfriend to the hospital, hazard lights flashing, blowing through ten red lights!”

“I saw it! The whole city is talking about it, it’s all over social media. I heard the surgical head nurse say the girl only had a few scrapes. But it panicked Ryan like crazy, apparently.”

They glanced at me. One sighed, “Some men are just different. Her husband, well…”

They shook their heads in unison and left the room.

They had no idea that Ryan Brooke was my husband.

My eyes burned, and tears silently tracked down my temples as I slipped back into unconsciousness. I wondered about my baby. Oh, how I longed to hold him…