Rowan Keller rushed to the hospital as fast as she could, her hands cold from the moment she took the call.
She burst into the doctor’s office, asking anxiously, “Dr.
Chapman, how’s my mother?”
“Her condition has stabilized for now, but she needs surgery.” Dr.
Chapman handed her the medical report and explained the situation in detail.
“The procedure is very risky.
If it’s successful, your mother should wake up within a month or two.
If it fails…
she might have to rely on a ventilator for the rest of her life.”
Rowan Keller’s hands tightened unconsciously, her heart leaping into her throat.
Dr.
Chapman continued, “But if we don’t operate, she won’t make it through the month.”
“Do it,” Rowan Keller decided without hesitation.
“Please, do everything you can to save her.
The cost doesn’t matter.”
Dr.
Chapman hesitated.
He was aware of the strained relationship between Rowan Keller and Zion Hawthorne.
He’d even heard some of the rumors.
For her, this sum was an astronomical figure.
“In that case, try to get the funds together in the next few days.
Chapman told her the truth.
“If there are complications, the costs could be even higher.”
Rowan Keller froze.
‘Five hundred thousand?’
“Okay,” she agreed, the immense pressure weighing down on her.
‘No matter what, I have to save Mom.’ “I’ll get the money together as soon as possible.
Please, I’m entrusting my mother’s surgery to you.”
“Then you should sign this first.” Dr.
Chapman handed her the surgical consent form.
“Just in case an emergency arises, this allows me to operate immediately.”
Rowan Keller took it and prepared to sign.
But as she reached for the pen, her hand began to tremble uncontrollably.
Dr.
Chapman noticed this detail.
After a moment of consideration, he offered a suggestion.
“If you really can’t raise the money, you could try talking to Mr.
Hawthorne.
Legally, you two are still married.
He probably won’t just stand by and do nothing.”
Rowan Keller remained silent.
‘He’s even interfering with my work.
How could he possibly give me the money for this?’
‘He can’t wait for me to be miserable after leaving him.’
After signing the form, she was about to go see her mother when she turned and saw Zion Hawthorne standing at the door.
He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, exuding an air of nobility. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
As he walked in, his expression was cold and distant.
He swept his gaze over her before approaching the doctor to ask about the situation.
When the doctor finished explaining, he asked how much the fee was.
The doctor told him the full amount.
Upon hearing the sum of five hundred thousand, he looked at Rowan Keller, his tone an undeniable command.
“Come with me.”
Rowan Keller stood there silently, not moving.
Zion Hawthorne reached out, grabbed her by the wrist, and dragged her into the adjacent room.
“Do you regret it?” he asked, looking at her from his seat on the chair, a natural air of aristocracy about him.
Rowan Keller knew he was referring to what he had asked her here a few days ago.
She pressed her lips together, stubborn as a mule.
“I don’t regret it.”
Zion Hawthorne felt she needed to be taught a lesson.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his lap.
The instant she landed, Rowan Keller reflexively tried to stand, but he forcefully pushed her back down, trapping her in his embrace.
“You should know I prefer it when you’re obedient.” As Zion held her, his hand began to caress her waist, reveling in the feel of her smooth, delicate skin.
Rowan Keller struggled to get up, but he held her fast in his arms, rendering her immobile.
“Soften up a little for me.
Beg me nicely, and I might consider forgiving what happened before.” Zion Hawthorne’s thumb brushed across her lips, sending a shiver through her.
“I’ll also take care of your mother’s treatment and all the expenses.”