Chapter 206
Regardless of what Tim’s doubts were, Tina was still his savior. Even if she had somehow turned
into a wicked person, he was bound by his promise that he would fulfill all her wishes.
At that thought, he regained hisposure and nodded as he replied, “I understand. I’ll make the
arrangements immediately.”
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He hung up the call and kept his phone away. Then, he headed toward the OB-GYN.
Meanwhile, it wasn’t long before the nurse informed Sonia that the operation theater was ready for
her surgery. Sonia stood up and eyed the doors to the operation theater. At that moment, she
became reluctant to take another step forward.
Dous’ cherubic little face shed in her mind and she thought about how sweetly he had called
out for her. He made her realize how adorable children could be.
Besides, she was close to turning 27 and most women of her age were already mothers.
If she had consummated her marriage to Toby like any other woman, then her child would be of the
same age and possibly cuter than Dous.
Perhaps she would have boldly stepped into the operation theater without any hesitation if she
never spent time with a toddler beforehand.
However, now that she had done so, she was now tortured by her dilemma.
She clutched her lower abdomen and bit on her lip, growing more reluctant with every passing
minute. At the sight of this, Charles walked up to her and asked gently, “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“Yeah, Sonia. What’s wrong?” Not wanting to lose out on showing his concern for Sonia, Zane rose
from his seat in the waiting area and strode up next to her.
Sonia drew in a deep breath and did not try to deny her doubts as she confessed her thoughts, “I... I
don’t really want to lose this child.”
Upon hearing this, Charles and Zane exchanged a meaningful look.
Charles was the first to speak up. “Why the sudden change of mind?”
Zane was also looking at her as he waited for her answer.
She looked down and muttered, “Maybe it’s because I’m not brave enough to do it.” “I understand
completely,” he solemnly responded. “After all, we’re talking about a living thing here. As the
operation theater has already been set up, Sonia, it’s toote for you to back out of this now. You
can’t keep the baby.”
He liked Sonia, but that didn’t mean he liked the idea of her carrying someone else’s baby and he
would much rather if the child disappeared altogether.
Charles shared the same sentiment, and he nodded as he added, “That’s right, darling. Think about
what you said about not loving the baby and how you didn’t love the father. You shouldn’t keep the
child only to let him suffer in this lifetime, given how he would be an illegitimate child who would
neither be acknowledged nor loved by his parents.”
Sonia’s fingers slowly curled over where the baby bump should be.
She knew Charles and Zane were speaking sense. It had been decided from the very beginning
that she would not retain her pregnancy. How can I allow this child to suffer scorn and disdain from
the world just because of my affection for Dous?
With that in mind, she managed a feeble smile, which stretched out thinly on her pale face as she
said, “You guys are right. Thanks for reminding me of why I’m doing this. I’ll head in now."
When both men heard that she would not be changing her mind on this operation, they let out quiet
breaths of relief.
“Okay, we’ll be waiting for you out here,” Charles assured warmly as he patted Sonia on the
shoulder.
She forced another tight smile and hummed in response before she pushed open the doors to the
operation theater.
Not long after she went in, a doctor and a couple of nurses followed as well.
The doctor who led the small team of nurses was dressed in green scrubs,plete with a
matching cap and mask. However, Zane couldn’t help but stare at him in suspicion as he rubbed his
chin.
“What’s up with you?” Charles noticed Zane’s demeanor and asked.
Zane’s gaze lingered on the closing doors of the operation theater as he remarked, “I think I’ve seen
that doctor somewhere before. He looks kind of familiar.”
Charles did not find anything strange about that. “We probably saw him earlier when we came.”
“You’re right.” Zane nodded when he couldn’t quite ce a finger on where he had seen the doctor
beforehand and gave up trying to remember. Without another word, he sauntered over to the chairs
and sat down.
At this moment, the sound of a moving wheelchair sounded from down the hallway.
Charles and Zane looked over at the same time, only to be surprised when they were greeted by
the sight of Tom wheeling Toby toward them.
“Hey, Toby,” Zane drawled with a tone that was heavy with implication.
Toby merely nodded in response.
The strange atmosphere that suddenly settled between the parties was lost on Charles, whose
brows furrowed as he demanded unhappily, “What are you doing here, Toby?”
Toby cast him a brief and impassive look without answering. Then, he addressed Zane, “Has Sonia
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“Only a few moments ago,” Zane replied with a casual shrug.
As Toby’s hands were ced on the armrests of the wheelchair, he clenched his paws when he
heard Zane’s answer.
Charles, on the other hand, was furious to see that Toby had intentionally ignored him but did not
show Zane the same treatment. “What gives, Toby? I asked what the hell you are doing here.”
The divot between Toby’s brows reappeared, but he did not utter a word to Charles at all.
He knew better than to rise to the provocation, fully aware that Charles would derive nothing but joy
from taunting him.
Sure enough, with his questions unanswered and presence ignored, Charles grew frustrated and
left Toby alone. The next moment, he turned to seek rification from Zane instead, “Hey, do you
know what he’s doing here?”
“Isn’t it obvious? He’s here because he wants to know how Sonia’s surgery is going.” Zane gestured
matter-of-factly at the operation theater.
Charles cast Toby a sideways nce and continued to say pointedly, “What does Sonia’s surgery
have to do with him? He doesn’t need to be here. It’s not as if it’s his baby.”
Toby frowned at the sharp remark.
Zane, on the other hand, awkwardly cleared his throat. If only Charles knew that the baby really is
Toby’s. He refrained from saying this and let out a lightheartedugh as he cated, “Come on,
Sonia’s his ex-wife. It’s only natural that he pays her a visit.”
“There is nothing natural about this,” Charles protested warily. “They no longer have a rtionship
now that their marriage is over, but now he’s suddenly here to see Sonia? He’s probably up to no
good.”
Toby went on to ignore Charles as he lowered his gaze, effectively hiding the dark gleam in his
eyes. He’s right. I have no rtionship with Sonia now that we’ve divorced and after she terminates
her pregnancy, we really would have nothing binding us anymore. That’s probably for the best. We’ll
be back to sguare one. So, why do I still feel like someone has stabbed me in the heart?
As such thoughts flooded his headspace, he reached up to ce a hand over his heart and the
steady look in his eyes wavered.
On the other side of the doors, Soniay on the surgery table in the operation theater as one of the
nurses walked up to her and injected the anesthesia into her arm.
Barely a few minutes had passed when the effects of the anesthesia kicked in—as Sonia began to
feel drowsy and her eyelids weighed a ton, it didn’t take long for her to close her eyes and lose
consciousness.
After having worn his surgical gloves, Tim approached the operation table and appraised her briefly.
This was his first time looking at her from such a close distance and he could understand why Tina
was extremely jealous of Sonia. Sonia was beautiful, if not prettier than Tina, with delicately
chiseled features.
He retracted his gaze and picked up the scalpel before he began to carefully sterilize it as he asked
icily, “How’s the anesthetic?”
The nurse answered hastily, “I did as per your instruction and only gave her enough anesthetic to
last for 20 minutes. She would wake up after that and slowly regain her senses.”
Tim hummed curtly to acknowledge this.
Tina had told him to allow Sonia to die a slow and agonizing death; the amount of anesthesia given
to her would ensure that such a feat was possible. By the time she regained her bodily senses in 20
minutes, she would acutely feel the icy touch of the scalpel painfully slicing through her flesh.
The nurse who had injected the anesthesia could not understand Tim’s motive and she was
consternated as she asked, “Director Lancaster, why did you ask that we administer a light dosage
of anesthesia? What if the patient regains consciousness in the middle of the operation—"
“The patient is allergic to anesthetic and the amount administered is the most she can take without
anyplications. I’ll try to wrap up the surgery before she awakes,” Tim interrupted her mid-
sentence.
Upon hearing this, the nurse did not dwell on her doubts any longer. After all, he was the youngest
surgeon to have made a name for himself both nationally and internationally. With a nod, she
eded to his exnation and responded, “I see.”
“Right. Let’s begin the surgery,” he announced coldly as he fixed his eyes on Sonia.
Tim’s icy voice matched the look in his eyes and it was almost like he didn’t see her as a patient, but
an animal about to be dissected for research purposes. There was not a trace of warmth nor
emotion in his dark orbs. Even the nurses couldn’t help but shiver at his impassive demeanor.
As the surgery began, the nurse lifted the green surgical drape away from Sonia’s abdominal
region.
It was at that moment when Tim noticed Sonia’s hand over her abdomen and his brows drew
together as he demanded, “What were you all doing when you administered the anesthesia? You
should have made sure her hand wasn''t obstructing the surgical area!”