Cold husband burning regret

Chapter 301

For a fleeting moment, Charlotte Sterling’s mind went completely blank.

Then, his voice rang out above her, calm and commanding. “Just cut the way you always do. Show us you can handle this.”

Pressing her lips together, Charlotte quickly regained her composure. Steady hands, steady mind. She cracked open the skull with the surgical drill, then used her scalpel to carefully slice through the layers of brain tissue, methodically clearing out the hematoma.

Judd Carstairs watched the bloody scene unfold, his head spinning and vision blurring at the sight.

His face was pale as paper, but he forced himself to stay upright, refusing to falter.

“Dr. Carstairs, would you like to step out for a moment? We can have someone else take over,” a nurse whispered gently.

He shook his head, expression unmoved, and handed his instrument to

Charlotte. “I’m fine.”

Charlotte remained focused throughout, not allowing herself the luxury of

distraction.

Meanwhile, outside the OR-

Candida Donovan was sobbing uncontrollably in the hallway, tears and mascara streaking her face. Noreen Lennox and another nurse hovered by her side, offering what comfort they could.

“I just don’t understand how this happened! My husband was perfectly healthy one moment, and then–just like that–a brain hemorrhage? We were finally about to enjoy our lives together! If something happens to him, what am I supposed to do?” Candida wailed, clutching a handful of tissues Noreen had handed her.

her arm. “Your husband’s in good hands. He’s going to

good hands. He’s go

7/2

they’re operating on

best. You

to sniffling, but she said nothing

Four hours later-

suturing the incision and checked the patient’s vital signs–stable, for now. The entire team finally let out a collective sigh

the real

severe germophobia and aversion to blood, had managed to last all

a smile, ready to crack a joke, but before

forward and caught him just in

“Professor Carstairs!”

“Dr. Carstairs!”

:

and her husband, Teague Carstairs, hurried into the hospital room. As soon

Daphne demanded, her

in surgery and forced himself to get through it—the smell of blood was overwhelming, but he didn’t leave,”

disbelief. “He knows full well how he reacts to blood. After all these years, he’s done everything to avoid it–why would he go

scratched the back of his neck

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up to the operation.

He mentioned Charlotte…

brow furrowing as she murmured, almost

Teague