This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

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, complete 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 place 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 gone

in?”

“Only a few moments ago,” Zane replied with a casual shrug.

As Toby’s hands were placed 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 clarification 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 glance 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 lighthearted laugh as he placated,

“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 relationship 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 relationship 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 square 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 place a hand over his heart and the steady

look in his eyes wavered.

On the other side of the doors, Sonia lay 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 any

complications. 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 acceded to

his explanation 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!”