Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

Chapter 137

Emma was whisked into the wing of emergencies at Blackthorn ospital with an urgency that set the entire staff on overdrive. Chaos erupted: orders being barked out by nurses, equipment clattering while being wheeled into place, and monitors blaring as Emma was transferred onto the operating table. Her fragile body battered from the explosion, her shallow breaths were faint and barely hanging in there.

The head surgeon gave a quick assessment of her status, his face grim. "We need to operate immediately. Prepare for surgery now!" he commanded as his voice sliced through the noise.

Emma was badly injured: she had a deep head wound, and scans revealed a ruptured liver from the impact. Every second counted. More than fifty medical professionals came together to save her.

The surgery began. The operation was high staked and everyone understood the gravity of their task: Emma Black wasn't just any patient; she was the woman Alexander Black, their CEO, had risked his life to save as well as his ex-wife. Meanwhile in a nearby recovery room Alexander stirred awake. For a moment he was disoriented. His mind was clouded by exhaustion and the effect of the smoke inhalation.

Then it hit him-Emma.

His eyes flew open, memories coming back in a flood of detail. Panic swelled inside him, and he sat up abruptly, yanking the IV from his arm without so much as a hesitation. The sharp sting was nothing next to the ache in his heart. "Sir, you need to rest!" Kevin and some doctors said, stepping forward to stop him.

But Alexander's eyes were wild, desperate. "I need to see her," he said hoarsely, his voice cracking. "I need to know she's alive.

Trying to reason with him, Kevin said, "The doctors are doing everything they can. You need to rest, sir."

in his voice was icy determination. "I don't care. I need to see

against the sterile walls of the hospital, startled nurses and doctors attempted to intervene, their protest falling in deaf ears. Nothing mattered anymore: no protocol, no rule, none but her! Bursting into the emergency operation room, Alexander froze as his gaze locked onto the scene in front of him. Emma was lying unconscious on the table, her head

white at the knuckles as his heart screamed in anguish

to him. Now, staring at her broken body, it finally hit him like a tidal wave. She wasn't just his ex-wife; she

Ethan are your children." The words had shattered something inside him,

Four long years of missing out on

they ever had in their five-year marriage. And before that? Just once before the wedding. He

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night, one month before all went to hell, had

the weight of that secret and keeping him in the dark. And because of her decision, he had

Emily, the innumerable moments that went into shaping the tender lives of the

connection they had felt made perfect sense now. Ethan wasn't just any child; he was his son. And Emily,

the maelstrom of emotions that wrestled within him-anger, betrayal, and regret. Emma had stolen those irreplaceable years from him, years he would never get back. He bit down hard on his bottom lip, his breathing coming in heavy gasps as he fought to hold back the

the pain, guilt clawed at him. Why hadn't he noticed the resemblance before? He had been consumed by his bitterness, blinded by