Wife Gives Birth to First Love's Child, I Have an Epiphany and Apply to Become a Doctor Without Borders Never to Return, Wife Regrets It

"The day my wife gave birth to a child for her terminally ill first love, my in-laws stationed ten bodyguards outside the delivery room. Yet, even after the delivery was over, I didn't show up to cause any trouble. My mother-in-law held my wife's hand, sighing with relief. "Don't worry, Ottilie. We're here to make sure he doesn't come anywhere near you." "Your father even has people guarding the hospital entrance. If he dares to come and try to stop you from having this baby, we'll call the police!" Ottilie nodded weakly, but she still instinctively glanced towards the elevator. Seeing it empty, she finally relaxed. She couldn't understand why I couldn't just be supportive of her helping her first love leave behind a legacy. Looking at the wailing newborn in the nurse's arms, she smiled contentedly. She thought that if I came to visit her tomorrow, she would forgive all our previous arguments. She'd even be willing to let me be the child's father. But what she didn't know was that I had just submitted my application to join Doctors Without Borders. In seven days, I would give up my citizenship and become a stateless doctor, never to return. Chapter 1 The day Ottilie was discharged from the nursing home, I had just finished handing over my work at the hospital. As I reached the doorway, I heard laughter coming from inside. "This child is beautiful, with big eyes just like his father's." My mother-in-law was happily playing with the baby in her arms, while Kieran was bringing out a steaming bowl of chicken soup from the kitchen. "I made this soup myself. Your body is still weak, you need to eat well to recover," he said, sitting by the bedside and tenderly feeding Ottilie. The atmosphere was that of a happy family. My father-in-law was holding a rattle, grinning from ear to ear. "This child is so adorable, just like his father. It's a good thing he's not Jude's child. Having a doctor for a father would be such a burden." My hand tightened on the doorknob. I remembered the first time I met my father-in-law. He had patted my shoulder, saying being a doctor was good, that saving lives brought honor to the whole family. He had told me he was once a doctor too, and if it weren't for an injury caused by a violent patient, he wouldn't have retired early. But now, he was saying doctors weren't fit to have families. I had only been away for a year of advanced studies, and this family had already completely shut me out. I lowered my head, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. Ottilie and I had been married for three years. She had said she didn't want children, and understanding the risks of childbirth, I didn't pressure her. I still remember the day I left for my studies abroad. She had cried, saying she would miss me terribly. For the past year, we had called each other every day, sharing our lives. Even my colleagues would tease us, saying we still acted like newlyweds after three years of marriage. But just a month ago, wh...