The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 617 Fighting Fire With Fire

Cecelia was lifted onto the operating table.

Tears of despair cascaded from the corners of her eyes like a breached sea.

In that moment of desperation, she found herself foolishly hoping that Xavier would come to her rescue.

However, the man was entirely consumed with rescuing his own son, much like Griselda's relentless pursuit of extracting my baby's bone marrow. Her gaze suddenly darkened as she clenched her fist

On that fateful day, when she discovered that he was the father of her child, a glimmer of joy briefly flickered within her. However, before she could fully savor that happiness, he was on the verge of making a cruel decision regarding her and their unborn baby.

How ironic!

In the past, he had showered her with utmost care and consideration, displaying unwavering concern for their baby. Her heart gradually grew fond of him, believing he was her true love. However, in the end, she uncovered that it was all merely a preposterous deception.

She chastised herself for falling victim to her ex-boyfriend's deception in the past and failing to learn from her previous mistakes. Now, she found herself ensnared once more in a hawk's predatory gaze. She placed the blame solely on herself for her own blindness and foolishness, holding no one else responsible.

At that moment, Cecelia was bound to the operating table like a puppet. Her body was spread out in a humiliating manner, and her mouth was tightly sealed with transparent tape, making it nearly impossible for her to utter even a whimper.

The doctor callously commanded, “Administer the labor-inducing injection to her!”

The icy liquid entered Cecelia's veins, and she remained unaware of the specific drug they used, but its effect was immediate.

Her belly swiftly became unbearably painful, and she silently writhed on the operating table.

the side, grew impatient and asked, “Dr. Baxton, how much longer until she

latest labor-inducing substance developed abroad on her. Under usual circumstances, it might take one to two hours for her cervix to fully dilate, but with this medication, it should

frail Cecelia, “Half an hour? That's too slow. We should just perform a cesarean section and

bloodshot with intense hatred. The veins on her forehead bulged

using even more malicious words to provoke her, “What's the matter? Are you daydreaming about when Xavier will come to rescue you? You might as well give up on that idea. Do you honestly think he ever wanted to be with you? You're just deluding yourself! He knew from the start that Sammy had leukemia and needed

words were akin to a poisoned dagger,

far more agonizing than any physical pain she

was congested with

vehicles ahead caused Xavier to slam his fist forcefully onto the steering wheel in frustration,

of foreboding. He hastily dialed Griselda's number, but the call remained unanswered, repeatedly notifying him

until

what are you doing? Cecelia is innocent; any problem should be directed at me!

laughter, echoed clearly through the phone, “Xavier, after all these years of marriage, don't you grasp my intentions? The more you display concern for her, the quicker that wretched woman will meet her demise! I know you still love me and care about Sammy. Your association with that woman is nothing but a pretense, isn't it, my dear

escalated, “Griselda, I don't want to argue with you.

You merely wanted to have some

fury, even contemplating throwing his

Griselda didn't display any anger. Instead, she returned to the operating room and took several photos of the struggling Cecelia, who was bound to the surgical bed, teetering on the edge of life and death. She sent

scenes captured in the photos nearly tore Xavier

strip, her eyes filled with

crimson blood, and the agony contorted

dear Hubby, if you persist in defying

“Griselda, you...”