Chapter 5
"No, I said no and that's final!" Missy threw a tantrum, using every trick in the book. "What professional doctors? A bunch of people who haven't even gotten married, what do you know about having children? I've given birth, so you have to listen to me!"
The medical staff were speechless but had no way to deal with her.
If you tried to drag Missy away, she would just lie on the ground, acting like a complete hooligan.
Moreover, since Missy was family, the medical staff were also worried that if anything went wrong, Missy would definitely not let it go easily.
In today's tense doctor-patient relationships, where complaints and retaliation are common, even the kindest doctors have to carefully weigh the pros and cons.
Seeing the helpless look on the medical staff's faces, I locked eyes with Missy, who was rolling on the ground.
When I saw the malice and hatred in her eyes, I couldn't suppress my pent-up emotions any longer.
"Since I'm the one giving birth, I get to decide. No one else has the right to make decisions for me!" I looked firmly at the doctor. "Doctor, I want a C-section. Don't worry, if anything goes wrong, I won't hold the hospital responsible!"
Missy instantly jumped up from the ground and slapped me across the face.
"Melinda, you bitch, you're too much! You married Lawrence, so you're part of the Phillips family and you have to listen to me!" She pointed at me and cursed, "You're carrying a worthless girl, and you dare to squander my future grandson's money, dream on!"
That slap from Missy instantly shattered the energy I had painstakingly gathered.
With a loud bang, my head hit the cabinet by the bed, and everything went black!
Before I completely lost consciousness, I heard the doctor scream.
"Not good, the patient is hemorrhaging, quick, get her to the operating room!"
When I woke up from the coma, it was dark outside.
The lights were off, and only a bit of light from the hallway allowed me to see that I was in a hospital room.
My head was groggy, and it took me a while to remember what had happened before I passed out. I immediately tried to sit up to check on the baby.
However, as soon as I moved, a tearing pain shot through my abdomen.
"Melinda, you're awake!" Lawrence's voice came from beside me. "You're finally awake, you don't know how worried I've been!"
I turned my head to see Lawrence sitting by the bed, looking at me with a worried expression.
He was even holding my hand, which almost made me want to throw up.
Thinking about how those hands had been all over another woman not long ago, I felt like something dirty was clinging to me. I couldn't help but push his hand away in disgust.
Lawrence was visibly stunned when I pushed him away.
He probably thought that in my current state, I should be throwing myself into his arms and crying.
"Melinda, what's wrong?" He blinked, looking puzzled. "Are you still feeling unwell after giving birth? It's okay, I understand. Women's estrogen levels drop sharply after childbirth, which can cause..."
I had no interest in listening to his hypocritical rambling. I glared at him coldly and asked, "Where's my baby?"
I had looked around earlier and didn't see the baby in the room. Given Missy's attitude, I was very worried that they had taken the baby away while I was unconscious and abandoned her.
My sudden coldness made Lawrence uncomfortable. He frowned but still spoke gently.
"Melinda, don't worry. The baby is fine, just a bit weak. The doctor said she needs to stay in the incubator for a few days for observation."
I didn't believe a word he said and questioned him emotionally, "Lawrence, tell me the truth, where did you take the baby?"
"Melinda, what's wrong with you?" Lawrence quickly tried to comfort me, his face full of concern. "Don't get agitated. I'm telling the truth! I'm the baby's father. If something were wrong with her, I'd be just as worried."
Hearing him call himself the baby's father made me feel nauseous. My stomach churned, and I couldn't hold back. I turned my head and vomited.
I was lying down and the vomiting was sudden, so Lawrence didn't have time to get me a trash can.
Everything ended up on my pillow, in my hair, and on my body.
The sour smell filled the room, and when I turned my head, I clearly saw the disgust and revulsion in Lawrence's eyes before he could hide it.
He hadn't expected me to turn my head so suddenly, and his emotions were laid bare for me to see. He quickly avoided my gaze in a panic.
Just then, the on-duty doctor came in for rounds.
Smelling the odor, the doctor immediately asked, "What happened? Did the patient vomit?"
By this time, Lawrence had composed himself and wore an appropriately worried expression. "Yes, doctor, what's going on? Why did my wife suddenly vomit?"
The doctor replied, "The patient hit her head on the bedside cabinet before the surgery, so there's a possibility of a concussion."
Hearing this, a guilty look flashed across Lawrence's face.
Clearly, he already knew why I had hit my head before the surgery.
"Is it serious?" Lawrence now looked every bit the concerned husband.
If it weren't for the video and phone call from that night, I might have been moved!
But having heard and seen his despicable actions firsthand, I only felt disgusted.
The doctor said, "Try to stay lying down and don't move. Rest for a few days, and the situation should improve."
Lawrence repeatedly agreed, and a nurse reminded him, "You should help your wife clean up. I'll have the orderly come to change the sheets and bedding."
"Okay, thank you." Lawrence quickly took a basin to the bathroom to get water.
Seeing him leave, I immediately asked the doctor, "Doctor, how is my baby? How long does she need to stay in the incubator?"
The doctor looked at me with a complicated expression and was about to speak when Lawrence suddenly returned, speaking urgently, "Melinda, don't worry about the baby right now. The most important thing is to take care of your own health. Otherwise, when the baby comes out of the incubator, you won't be well enough to take care of her. I'll handle everything with the baby for now, so you can rest easy."
It's precisely because he's involved that I can't rest easy.
I stubbornly looked at the doctor, but he only gave me a vague answer, "Your main task now is to recover. We'll talk about other things once you're better."
I was certain the doctor was helping Lawrence hide something from me.
But none of them would say anything, and I was too weak to get out of bed. No matter how anxious I was, there was nothing I could do.
For now, I had no choice but to focus on getting better.