Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 148: Thirteen Stabs—He Died Saving the Very Ones He Saved...

Chapter 148: Chapter 148: Thirteen Stabs—He Died Saving the Very Ones He Saved...

Cece’s expression turned completely cold.

Mrs. Quincy hesitated for a moment but still asked her, "Cece, why are you asking this? Did those students have a problem? Did they also harm your brother?"

Cece sneered, "Without them leading the way, how would those gangsters have found Ken? And all those people have issues with Ken, especially that Aidan Sommers. Who knows if he was the one who brought those gangsters?"

Mrs. Quincy frowned, puzzled, and asked, "What kind of grudge does he have with your brother to go this far?"

Cece gritted her teeth, "He’s Elara Hale’s brother."

Mrs. Quincy’s expression changed.

She knew Elara Hale as Mason Jacobs’ ex-wife, back when Cece and Mason were together, they hadn’t divorced yet.

"Is it Elara holding a grudge against you, sending that Sommers kid to harm your brother?" Mrs. Quincy glared venomously at Cece, "It’s all your fault. Why didn’t you clean things up, letting your brother suffer for you!"

Cece glanced at her, "Things are the way they are now. What’s the point of scolding me? Do you think I feel better because Ken’s in trouble?"

Her eyes turned cold and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Don’t worry. If they dare harm Ken, I absolutely won’t let them off!"

Mrs. Quincy looked at her angrily, "What can you do? Now that Mason isn’t the same with you as before, what can you get from him? If you ask me, you’re just too useless to even hold on to a man!"

Cece was already feeling agitated. Mason Jacobs suddenly divorcing her, coupled with Caleb Quincy’s accident, had pushed her emotions to the limit. Now, with Mrs. Quincy’s constant accusations, she didn’t want to argue with her mother at this time. She took a deep breath and said,

"I have my ways, don’t worry about it."

With that, she turned and walked to the other side of the hallway.

Mrs. Quincy gave her a fierce glare, "Ungrateful girl, climbing high and mighty, she doesn’t even care about her mother anymore.

When Ken gets better, I must teach this girl a good lesson!"

The atmosphere in the hallway was tense, but inside the emergency room, it was even more intense. When Caleb Quincy was brought in, aside from having his lower body severed, the nerves in his lower legs were also severed, and a large portion of flesh had been cut from his buttocks. Because he wasn’t brought in timely, he had lost too much blood and gone into shock.

The failure to reattach the lower body was actually the least of concerns, as the cut on his buttocks was so deep it exposed bone, and the blood loss was severe. Even with timely blood transfusions, the surgery on his legs was very risky.

The operation lasted over five hours. When it finally ended, the chief surgeon let out a long sigh of relief, his hands trembling with exhaustion.

"Thankfully, his life was saved..."

A nurse came over to help him remove his mask and gloves—the face under the mask was drenched in sweat.

"Although we couldn’t save his lower body, at least his legs are saved."

The nurse was also a bit emotional, "The surgery was very successful. I’ll go out and inform the family now."

When the injured was brought in, the family was on the brink of collapse, now that a life was saved, the family would surely be very happy.

The nurse jogged out of the operating room, "Where are the family members of Caleb Quincy?"

Mr. Quincy, who had been silently sitting in a corner, and the anxious Mrs. Quincy who had been waiting, along with Cece standing by the window, all got up and walked over at the same time.

"Nurse, how is my son?" Mrs. Quincy asked urgently.

The nurse smiled and said, "You can rest assured now, the surgery was very successful, the patient is out of life-threatening danger, and he will be transferred to a regular ward soon. I wanted to come out first to inform you, so you wouldn’t worry."

Upon hearing this, Mr. and Mrs. Quincy exchanged a look of joy, in their understanding, a successful surgery meant Caleb was completely fine, the lower body was reattached, and his legs were no problem.

They both let out a long breath of relief, thanking the nurse profusely. Mrs. Quincy even took out a red envelope from her pocket, avoiding the camera and handed it to the nurse, "Girl, this is a token of our gratitude, the bigger one is for the doctor, the smaller one is for you, thank you."

The nurse quickly pushed it away, taking a step back, "This won’t do! We have regulations. Auntie, I’ll go back in now."

Mrs. Quincy watched her run back into the operating room, put away the red envelope, and said to Mr. Quincy, "The doctors and nurses at this hospital are quite decent."

A treatment they thought had no hope turned out to be successful.

So great, her son is still a man who stands upright.

Mr. Quincy and Cece were also very happy, the three of them quickly followed back to the ward.

After Caleb was sent back to the ward, he remained asleep. Mrs. Quincy lifted the quilt to take a look at his legs, and then froze, puzzled, "Dear, wasn’t the important part reattached? Why is it bandaged like this?"

Mr. Quincy walked over and saw that the wound was tightly bandaged, with no sign of any protrusion.

If it was reattached, would it be bandaged like this?

Seeing Mr. Quincy’s change of expression, Mrs. Quincy seemed to realize something, quickly ran out, and shouted, "Nurse! Nurse! Doctor!"

The doctor and nurse, who had just come off surgery and rested for just a few minutes, heard Mrs. Quincy’s shout and thought Caleb was in critical condition, immediately put down their water cups, and rushed over.

Mrs. Quincy grabbed the doctor by the arm, pulling him to the bedside, "Doctor, didn’t you say the surgery was very successful? Why is my son’s important part bandaged like this? Was it reattached?"

Upon hearing this, the doctor realized there was a misunderstanding in the transmission of information and quickly explained, "The surgery being very successful means the patient is out of danger, with his condition stable, the nerves in the legs that were severed were reattached, and the patient will have no problem walking normally in the future. But because his lower body was separated from the body for too long, it lost viability and couldn’t be reattached."

Mrs. Quincy’s eyes reddened, and she roared, "What? You clearly said everything went smoothly, and now you tell us his important part couldn’t be reattached? Wasn’t it you who gave us hope only to hit us with a blow? How can you be a doctor like this?"

The doctor hurriedly appeased, "I understand how you feel, but we’ve already done our best. Saving both his legs was already the best outcome."

Mrs. Quincy, like a madwoman, pounced on the doctor, hitting him, "You liars! Just trying to scam us for medical fees! Liars! You clearly said it was reattached!"

The doctor was caught off guard, stunned, and while retreating, advised, "Please calm down, we can..."

The nurse quickly ran out to call security.

Mr. Quincy seemed calmer than Mrs. Quincy; he pulled her back and asked the doctor, "You said my son’s legs can walk normally, what do you mean by that?"

The doctor hurriedly explained, "Although the leg nerves have been reattached, too much time has passed, and some functionality is impaired. The patient won’t be able to engage in intense activities in the future, can’t run or jump, but walking normally shouldn’t be a problem."

Upon hearing this, both Mr. and Mrs. Quincy’s bodies trembled.

Cece covered her mouth, unable to believe what she heard... Ken wouldn’t be able to run or jump anymore?

"But... but my Ken is supposed to be training for sports, how can he go to college if he can’t run or jump?" Mrs. Quincy suddenly sat on the floor, slapping her thigh and wailing, "My poor son, what kind of sin did he commit?! What will we do in the future!"

Cece was also stunned by this sudden news, not knowing what to do.

Caleb Quincy was the entire hope of The Quincy Family. With Caleb destroyed, what would The Quincy Family do in the future? Her parents and she only had this one hope, now... what should they do?

Mrs. Quincy continued to cry on the floor.

The doctor, seeing their state, couldn’t bear it and explained, "There was a misunderstanding in the nurse’s communication. I’m very sorry, but the patient had already lost too much blood when he arrived. Saving his life and his legs was truly the result of our utmost effort."

Yet none of Caleb Quincy’s three family members paid any attention to his words.

No one saw where Mr. Quincy pulled out a knife from, but in the next second, they saw him with a darkened face charging towards the doctor!

Blood splattered everywhere, the doctor struggled to say something, but Mr. Quincy held him by the throat tightly and stabbed the knife into his body again and again without any resistance...

"You ruined my son! My son was fine when he was brought here! How could he not be returned? You heartless doctor, you just wanted to take our money, right? I’ll make sure you earn money but have no life to spend it!"

Mrs. Quincy watched in shock at the scene unfolding, unable to react...

Cece snapped out of it and hurried to pull her father away. Unlike her parents, she was educated and knew that if her father killed the doctor, he would have to face the consequences!

The medical staff around risked themselves to hold Mr. Quincy back, but the doctor in the pool of blood was already lifeless...

The police arrived shortly, and the doctor was rushed to the emergency room for urgent treatment.

Mr. Quincy was arrested on the spot and, before being taken away, shouted madly, "You bunch of colluding villains, you ruined my child! You destroyed our family! My son-in-law is the CEO of Jacobs Group, I killed him, so what? What can you do to me?"

Cece, with tears streaming down her face, couldn’t hold it any longer and shouted at him, "Stop talking! Just stop talking!"

Mr. Quincy was taken away cursing, while Mrs. Quincy sat on the ground, staring blankly at the pool of blood.

The blood was quickly cleaned up. After a while, news came from the emergency room that the doctor couldn’t be saved and was declared dead.

The director of the hospital came to negotiate with them, "Dr. Hayes has died. If his family knows you’re still in the hospital, they won’t let you go. My suggestion is for you to arrange for a transfer as soon as possible."

Mrs. Quincy looked at Cece helplessly, waiting for her to make a decision.

Cece wiped the tears from her face, bowed to the director, with a heart-wrenching expression, "I’m very sorry for Dr. Hayes’ incident, we never thought my dad would be so impulsive. I hope you can convey to Dr. Hayes’ family that we are sorry."

Hearing her words, the director’s originally somber face softened a bit, and he nodded without saying anything.

Cece said with difficulty, "You see, we don’t know how to handle the transfer. My brother’s condition is still severe; if he’s transferred to an inappropriate hospital, it might be detrimental to his recovery. Could you help us arrange it?"

The director, full of anger at first, just wanted to use this opportunity to kick them out, but seeing Cece so sensible, he didn’t make it difficult for them anymore and waved his hand, "I’ll arrange it."

Within less than half an hour, an ambulance sent them to another hospital for treatment.

Mrs. Quincy clutched Cece’s arm, asking nervously, "Cece, what about your dad? He killed someone, Mason can save him, right?"

Cece had calmed down a lot by now. The moment her father was taken away, she strangely felt a sense of calm, as if she had turned into an outsider, and everything in this farce no longer had anything to do with her.

At this moment, she looked at her mother coldly, "You said it yourself, he killed someone, how to save him?"

Mrs. Quincy said, "Isn’t he rich? Spend more money or ask someone to pull connections. He does business and it’s huge, he must be able to help. Cece, hurry and call him."

At this point, Cece didn’t bother to hide it anymore and said flatly, "He won’t help us. We’ve divorced."

"What?" Mrs. Quincy screamed in disbelief, "How could you divorce? Did you do something wrong to upset him? How could you be so stupid!"

Cece said nothing. Was it possible not to divorce if she didn’t want to? Mason Jacobs had already blocked all her ways, if not for Ken and the family, why would she have been so cornered?

Mrs. Quincy suddenly remembered something, hurriedly asked, "Then what about the property? You should get half of the marital property after marriage, right? You can use that money to help your brother..."

Cece’s lips moved slightly, "No property, I left with nothing."

"What?!" Mrs. Quincy’s voice was sharp and she slapped her, "Left with nothing? You’ve been married and then did his housework and served the elders, why should you leave with nothing? How could you be so stupid? You let him play with you for a year, Cece Quincy, you’re so cheap!"

Cece covered her face and suddenly laughed. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

It felt like a cycle; what Elara Hale’s stepmother had said at the door of Jacobs Family was now being thrown back at her by her own birth mother.

Back then, she watched Elara Hale’s misfortune from afar, feeling like a winner in life. She easily took away Elara Hale’s man and trampled her underfoot.

But now, she’s also been easily discarded by that man, pointed and scolded by her mother as being played for nothing.

How ironic!

A glint of insane hatred flashed in her eyes, all of this was because of Elara Hale! If not for Elara Hale, Mason Jacobs wouldn’t have divorced her, and Ken wouldn’t have suffered such a thing!

After ruining her family, does Elara Hale think she can stay out of it? Dream on!

At the same time, in the corridor of the previous hospital, Director Coleman stood at the front of the corridor, with a cigarette in hand, taking a deep drag one after another.

The smoke surrounded him, and there was a pile of cigarette butts beside his feet. After finishing the cigarette in his hand, he went to grab the pack, but it was empty.

He wasn’t addicted to smoking, usually a pack could last him one to two weeks, but today he couldn’t control himself and finished an entire pack, his hands still trembling.

Dr. Hayes just died in front of him, died in his hands. He tried all he could but couldn’t save Dr. Hayes. It was like that night three years ago, watching that young doctor lose his life bit by bit, unable to do anything...

Dr. Hayes was his student, his proud disciple, still so young. He performed the surgery perfectly, saving a life and the patient’s legs in over five hours, yet was stabbed to death by the patient’s family with thirteen knives, falling in the patient’s room he saved with his own hands.

He felt heartbroken, unwilling, and resentful!

As a doctor, he knew he shouldn’t feel this way, but he just thought some people deserved to die! Had he known, why save such a beast?

But he could do nothing. When that young doctor fell three years ago, he was powerless. When his prized student fell, he was still powerless three years later. Apart from having his director drive that family out, he could do nothing.

Director Coleman wearily ran his hands through his hair. Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed behind him, stopping close by, and a low voice began,

"Director Coleman, perhaps we need to talk."