Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 121: A Matter of Urgency, Signing the Surgery Consent Form
Wren Sutton could hear the anxiety and worry in Spencer Sawyer’s voice.
Before she could answer, he quickly added, "I believe you’re innocent."
Wren was surprised at first. ’How did this get to Spencer?’
Then, a wave of warmth washed over her. After Isla Griffith, he was the second person to believe in her.
"Spencer, how did you know about what happened at the Quinn family’s home?"
"To be honest, I found out in a group chat with some friends. The posts online have been completely scrubbed, but someone took screenshots before they were deleted and sent them to the group for discussion."
The topic was trending and a lot of people were chiming in, so Spencer took a look out of curiosity.
He hadn’t thought much of it, but one look was all it took to shock him.
Wren frowned, confused. "Someone made a whole post about it?"
"Exactly. The contents were disgusting—the entire post was dedicated to slandering and smearing your name. I was furious after I read it," Spencer said, indignant.
"Those shameless, despicable keyboard warriors. Sooner or later, they’ll pay the price for their irresponsibility."
Wren sighed helplessly. "It really is true what they say: bad news travels fast."
Spencer calmed himself and tried to soothe her. "Don’t pay any attention to what they’re saying. The law will clear your name. And besides me, I’m sure there are plenty of others who believe you. Good will always triumph over evil."
Wren was grateful. Those words, "good will always triumph over evil," deeply moved her.
"If you need my help, please don’t hesitate to ask," Spencer offered sincerely.
Wren slowed her car. "Spencer, thank you for the kind offer. I’ve already been released from the police station. Don’t worry, I’m fine."
Hearing this, Spencer let out a sigh of relief. "That’s good to hear. Are you home now?"
"No, I’m on my way to my best friend’s place."
Spencer understood how she felt. After going through something so upsetting, of course she’d want to talk to a good friend.
He didn’t press further, changing the subject like a gentleman.
"But again, if you need help, call me anytime. I know quite a few lawyers."
"Okay," Wren agreed, touched by his offer.
Spencer hung up the phone, an empty feeling in his chest.
There was so much he wanted to say to Wren, but he didn’t know where to begin.
He wanted to do something for her, but he was worried her family might get the wrong idea and cause her unnecessary trouble.
In the dark of night, Spencer stood on his balcony gazing up at the starry sky, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts.
’I wonder what kind of man Wren’s husband is. He’d better believe in her completely and handle this whole mess for her.’
’He’d better be.’
「...」
「The Hospital」
Maya Marshall was taken back into the operating room. Her situation was grim, and the attending physician recommended immediate amputation to prevent her condition from deteriorating further.
With tears streaming down her face, Mrs. Marshall stared at the surgical consent form. She couldn’t bring herself to sign it, the torment in her heart a living hell.
If she signed it, her daughter would wake up to find her leg gone. She would never be able to accept it. She might even grow to resent her mother, to see her as an enemy. Their relationship would be ruined.
But if she didn’t sign, the necrotic cells in her daughter’s body would rapidly overwhelm the healthy ones, which could very well lead to her death.
"Doctor, I’m begging you, please save my daughter! She’s so young, her whole life is just beginning. If anything happens to her, I don’t want to live anymore either."
Mrs. Marshall moved as if to kneel, but the doctor quickly caught her and helped her back up.
"Mrs. Marshall, I completely understand how you feel, but please, try to calm down. Getting this agitated won’t do your own health any good."
Mrs. Marshall couldn’t spare a thought for herself right now. She looked at the doctor, her expression full of desperate sorrow. "Is amputation... really the only way to save my daughter’s life?"
The doctor nodded gravely. "Yes. The amputation is so she can live."
Just then, Adrian Lancaster rushed in. He saw the surgical consent form, and the word "amputation" leaped out at him, stabbing him in the heart like a needle.
"Why so suddenly? I thought the surgery was scheduled for tomorrow."
The doctor patiently explained the pathology again. The conclusion was clear: the amputation was of the utmost urgency.
This particular doctor was a leading authority in his field; what he said was not to be taken lightly.
Mrs. Marshall couldn’t handle this sudden turn of events. "I just can’t bring myself to sign... I can’t be the one who makes my daughter disabled."
Adrian Lancaster’s expression was stern and composed. After a moment of deep thought, he took the consent form from Mrs. Marshall’s hand.
"If no one else will sign it, I will."
