Silent Witness

My wife's first love, who was driving under the influence, had a car accident with me.

As a result, I was on the brink of death.

Yet my wife, a renowned doctor in our province, chose to attend her first love rather than save me.

In the final moments of my life, I mustered the strength to ask for her presence one last time. However, my wife refused with disgust, "Let him die if he wants to. Don't use such despicable tricks to get my attention."

She thought everything I said was a lie.

But at the sight of my dead body, her resolve crumbled. She cried bitterly and said she was wrong.

1

Three minutes after my heart stopped beating, my soul didn't go to the nether world as depicted in TV dramas.

Instead, it lingered beside my wife, Lilian Fowler.

At this moment, Lilian, usually cold and serious, looked at Kylan Hayward lying on the hospital bed with genuine concern.

Her eyes now betrayed a warmth that couldn't be hidden.

In our four years of marriage, I had never seen such affection on her face. The contrast between her current demeanor and her usual treatment of me—ranging from commanding to outright mockery—felt like a knife twisting in my chest.

Despite the noises in the operating room, somehow Lilian's words came to my ears clearly. "Kylan, you must be alright. It's all Lucien's fault. If he hadn't got jealous, you wouldn't have had to suffer this." I was Lucien Bailey, Lilian's husband.

As Lilian said, her eyes turned red as if on the verge of tears.

Time passed, and despite her emotional turmoil, Lilian performed the surgery flawlessly. She truly deserved the title of the most renowned doctor in the province.

After suturing the incisions, Lilian wearily took off the sterile surgical gown.

As she wheeled Kylan, still unconscious, out of the operating room and back to the ward, her gaze remained fixed on him. I had never seen her look so concerned before.

The moment Lilian came out, a young nurse who had been waiting outside hurried over, whispering anxiously to Lilian, "Dr. Fowler, your husband is in critical condition. He could pass away at any moment. He is asking to see you..."

Upon hearing that, Lilian's tenderness was replaced by impatience. She snapped at the nurse, "Is he still playing games? Kylan now is badly injured. Why can't he show some compassion?"

Hesitantly, the nurse glanced at Kylan on the bed and gathered her courage to say, "But the surgery is over, and the patient has been safely returned to the ward. Yet your husband is going into shock..."

This infuriated Lilian further, her irritation already simmering due to Kylan's injury in the car crash.

Now my desire to see her only made me seem calculating and vexatious.

Lilian threw the gloves onto the nurse's face and shouted, "Let him die if he wants to! Don't use such despicable tricks to get my attention!

"He is a liar to the backbone. Thinking about him makes me sick!

"If he hadn't hit Kylan out of jealousy, would Kylan have been hurt so badly? What's wrong with me taking care ...