My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 541:

Lise, increasingly distressed, said, “Why can’t I simply be upset? I’m not hiding anything from you! I’m already under enough pressure, so stop being so suspicious!”

Inside the operating room, a foreign doctor entered, his presence immediately commanding attention. “Mr. Norris has asked me to take charge of this procedure,” he announced, his tone calm but authoritative.

Outside, the hospital was in complete lockdown, sealed by Kristopher’s security forces. Kristopher had indeed assembled a team of top specialists, leaving no room for error as they finalized the surgical plan.

One of the surgeons eyed the newcomer and hesitated before asking, “Wait… aren’t you the renowned Weblon surgeon?” The doctor placed a finger to his lips, silencing the inquiry. “Let’s focus on the task at hand. There’s a life on this table.”

The indirect confirmation of the man’s identity seemed to settle the team’s nerves. After all, this surgeon was said to be a miracle worker, capable of extracting even the most perilous bullets with minimal damage.

The bullet was removed cleanly, with barely any harm to

at her bedside, his bloodstained shirt a stark reminder of the chaos that had led them here. He stared at her face, his expression

touch her cheek, only to stop and let his hand fall back. He feared even the slightest

and sat down, watching her in silence. A nurse stepped forward hesitantly. “Mr. Norris, it’ll be

you should get

didn’t acknowledge her, his

subordinates approached, speaking in a low voice. “Sir, it might be a good idea to change your clothes. When Mrs. Norris wakes up and sees the blood, it could bring back

Kristopher rose to his feet and followed them

her flesh and bone. Her eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was Kristopher sitting by her side, worry etched into his every

his earlier white one discarded along with its bloody reminders. His hair was damp, carrying the faint scent of soap mingled with the sterile antiseptic of the hospital. But his weariness was unmistakable—bloodshot eyes, the shadow

tight knot of fear that had gripped her since