Chapter 11: Her Fiancé
Reputation?
Her reputation was already in tatters. Everyone outside knew about her and Steven.
If he didn’t divorce Wendy, she–Queenie–would forever be branded a homewrecker.
Jealousy and bitterness gleamed in Queenie’s eyes.
No matter what, Wendy had to step aside.
Leaving the office, Queenie pulled out a spare phone and called a contact, instructing him to arrange for Wendy to be assaulted.
If she was defiled, the Stevens would never keep her as their young madam.
After medication, Wendy slept fitfully until seven the next morning. She skipped breakfast and rushed straight to the hospital.
More heart patients had arrived. She entered the operating room on an empty stomach, her body weak, sweat beading at her temples, fingers trembling.
Even so, her skill carried her through, and she completed the procedure smoothly.
Exiting the OR, her legs gave way and she slumped against the wall.
Just as she thought she could rest, nurse Victoria came running.
“Dr. Ulrich! A child with a heart condition relapsed–he’s unconscious!”
Her stomach dropped. Ignoring her exhaustion, she let Victoria support her and hurried over.
There, Dr. White was working frantically, while beside him stood a man whose aura was dark, aristocratic, oppressive.
Wendy recognized him instantly.
Harry Robinson.
Miami’s crown prince.
At a young age he controlled the Robinson family and led dozens of its corporations onto the global stage. A man of towering reputation.
On the gurney lay his only son, James.
The boy’s eyes were shut, his small face deathly pale, fingers curled feebly–as if life would slip away the next second.
A flash of Michael’s sickly face struck Wendy’s mind, pain seizing her heart.
Nothing hurt a parent more than a child’s illness.
She had poured years of her life into Michael–only to be betrayed by him and his father,
Dr. White’s efforts were faltering: James’s vitals hadn’t budged.
Wendy strode forward.
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“I’ll take over.”
Her presence steadied everyone instantly.
Dr. White yielded. Wendy began chest compressions, precise and rhythmic.
Harry’s gaze locked on her.
Her hair had come loose, dark circles shadowed her eyes, fatigue clung to her–but her expression burned with focus and resolve.
This was Wendy–New York’s top cardiothoracic surgeon.
And his fiancée.
Beep–beep–beep.
At last. James’s heartbeat returned. Relief swept the room. If Miami’s heir had died here, the whole hospital would’ve been finished.
Even Harry exhaled slowly.
But Wendy’s lips were blue, her face chalk–white from strain. Still she stayed upright, issuing orders.
“Victoria, take him for a full exam. We’ll decide next steps after results come back.”
As they moved, Wendy staggered.
“Careful.”
A deep, steady voice caught her.
Dazed, she looked up into a perfect, austere face. Gone was the earlier ruthlessness in Harry’s eyes–only calm warmth remained.
“Dr. Ulrich, if you don’t take care of yourself and collapse, won’t that make me a widower?”
Yes.
This was Mr. Robinson–the man she was soon to marry.
They’d met two years ago, when she’d saved James during a sudden attack. Since then, Harry had pursued her relentlessly, proposing time and again, urging her to move to Miami.
Before, she had clung to hope for Steven and Michael. She had refused.
Now, hope was gone. Steven had signed the divorce papers. She had no reason left to refuse.
Besides–she was fond of James.
So much more sensible, so much sweeter than Michael had ever been.
“Thank you for your concern, Mr. Robinson. I’ll take care of myself. As for James–stay close to him and update me immediately on any changes.”
With his worried eyes on her, she returned to her office, ate something, and recovered enough strength.
She’d meant to leave early, but a colleague had an emergency and begged her to cover. Wendy agreed, working two more grueling days.
James’s results finally came back.
“Mr. Robinson, the diagnosis is ventricular septal defect. CTA shows three holes between his ventricles–one close to an artery. He needs surgery soon.”
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His face hardened.
“What are the odds?”
Her smile was gentle, reassuring.
“I’ve performed hundreds of these procedures. The success rate is over 90%. You need only keep James calm and ready.”
His taut features eased.
“With you, I can rest easy.”
Glancing at her pale lips, he added,
“Dr. Ulrich, you haven’t eaten, have you? Let’s go for a meal.”
She didn’t refuse.
They went to fetch James.
The boy’s condition was stable but he was still pale. Wendy wrapped her scarf around his neck, voice tender.
“James, it’s windy outside. Stay warm. Don’t catch cold.”
His white teeth flashed in a smile.
“Thank you, Auntie Wendy.”
So kind, so gentle. She’d saved his life, cared for him, loved him. Soon she’d be his mother–then no one would ever mock him again.
“Good boy.”
She kissed his soft cheek, unable to help herself.
He blushed, ducking his head.
Harry watched it all, his eyes softening with quiet affection.
At a restaurant near the hospital, as they finished ordering, a voice rang out in shock.
“Sister! Why are you here with another man–and with a child?!”
