CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery
Chapter 1735

The man who charged forward with the attack was the younger one. Wilfred had momentarily let his guard down, not expecting such a sudden outburst.

The wooden stick struck him squarely on the back with a dull thud, causing him to grunt in pain.

Karina froze, her mind going blank in shock. She rushed to Wilfred's side, supporting him as best she could. "Dr. Wilfred, are you okay? Why would you take the hit for me?"

Wilfred straightened up, his expression calm despite the obvious pain. Even now, he had the composure to explain. "It wasn't for you. The attack was meant for me from the start."

He glanced briefly at his back, his gaze darkening. It hurt a lot but he wasn't an ordinary person. As someone who had endured far worse as Pharaoh's former test subject, he was accustomed to such pain. That didn't mean he wasn't angry.

Wilfred turned his icy gaze to the young man who had attacked him, his penetrating eyes enough to make the assailant hesitate for a brief moment.

But it was only a moment.

"This is all your fault, you quack!" the man shouted, his voice thick with rage. "My sister was only nineteen, and now she's dead because of you! If it weren't for you, she'd still be alive and well. You and your greedy, heartless hospital deserve to burn!" Karina stepped forward, her voice trembling with indignation. "How can you be so sure it's the hospital's fault? We do everything we can to save lives!"

The man's eyes burned with fury. Before he could respond, his mother, tear-streaked and shaking, began to speak. "Who else could it be? My daughter had liver issues, and your hospital said she needed a transplant. The surgery was scheduled for two weeks later, but her condition worsened, so it was moved up."

Wilfred furrowed his brows, listening carefully as the grieving mother recounted the events leading to her daughter's death.

To outsiders, his silence might have seemed like guilt.

Karina, however, stood firm in her belief. She knew Wilfred wouldn't be negligent. There had to be a misunderstanding somewhere.

The mother continued, her voice breaking. "We borrowed money from every relative we could to cover the surgery costs. That same day, my daughter Cynthia went into the operating room..."

Karina couldn't help but interject,

confused. "Isn't that a good thing?

When a patient's condition

deteriorates, performing the surgery promptly is critical. Without it, the outcome could've been the same."

Her words only fueled the mother's anger. She screamed, her voice raw with grief. "At least she would have had more time! Instead, she came out of surgery fine but spiked a high fever that night! A fever! That's all it took, and she was gone!"

The woman beat her chest in anguish, her sobs shaking her entire frame. Her husband and son supported her, their faces etched with pain and resentment. Karina swallowed hard, her throat tight. "Did the hospital not take any measures afterward?"

The mother's grief turned to rage once more as she jabbed a

trembling finger at Wilfred. "You! You weren't even there! They told us only you could handle the surgery, but you were nowhere to be found. If you had been there, my daughter

wouldn't have died. It's all your fault!"

Wilfred's brows relaxed slightly.

No wonder these people hadn't left much of an impression on him. He now recalled that the surgery must have taken place about two weeks ago.

After completing the procedure, he had to leave urgently. Before leaving, he entrusted a trusted colleague to oversee the patient's recovery and instructed them to call him immediately if anything came up. But he never received a call.

"That day, I wasn't at the hospital because of an emergency," Wilfred explained, his voice steady.

"However, I left detailed instructions with Dr. Kerr to monitor the patient and to contact me if there were any complications. I didn't receive any notification," he added.

The mother froze for a moment, then her expression twisted in anger, assuming he was trying to shirk responsibility.

"Even now, you're still passing the blame? Are you all just going to ignore my daughter's life? She was a living, breathing person!"