Chapter 36 The driver at fault
"I'm Gabriel. Callie has been injured and is in the operating room," Gabriel Byrne said, standing at the door of the surgery room.
Caitlin's heart leapt into her throat. "What happened? Is my daughter hurt?"
Gabriel nodded. "Yes."
"Which hospital?" Caitlin was frantic, her worry detectable.
"The Second Military District General Hospital."
"Got it," Caitlin said, hanging up the phone and hurrying to catch a cab to the hospital.
At the hospital.
Inside the operating room, Callie clutched the doctor's sleeve. "Is there any hope for my baby?"
After the examination, it was confirmed that one of the babies couldn't be saved and had already been lost. However, the other one still had a chance. "Are you sure you want to try to save it?" the doctor asked.
Callie's face was as pale as a sheet of paper, her lips cracked and bleeding. She rasped, "Yes, please. Do whatever you can."
The doctor nodded. "I'll do my best."
The doctor performing the surgery on Callie was the top gynecologist at the Second Military District General Hospital, known for his exceptional skills.
Gabriel's specialty was thoracic surgery, so he had arranged for the best gynecologist to treat Callie.
At that moment, he was pacing back and forth anxiously, having seen Callie's condition.
When Caitlin arrived, Callie was still in the operating room.
She approached the door of the operating room and asked, "What happened to her? How did she get hurt?"
Gabriel didn't know the specifics either.
However, he didn't tell Caitlin about Callie's injuries. He knew Caitlin had just recovered and shouldn't be stressed.
So, he decided to keep it from her for now. "Don't worry, Aunt Caitlin. It's nothing serious."
Caitlin was still extremely worried, pacing around in circles. "Oh, Callie has suffered so much because of me."
If only she had figured things out sooner and divorced Rafael, maybe her daughter would have had a better life.
Now she didn't even know what kind of injuries Callie had or how serious they were.
After more than an hour, Callie was wheeled out of the operating room.
Her injuries were on her body, so her face looked fine, but she appeared very weak.
Caitlin rushed forward, her eyes red, softly calling her daughter's name, "Callie."
Callie's eyelids felt heavy. She didn't want her mother to worry about her, especially since she had just recovered. Weakly, she opened her mouth, "I'm fine, don't worry. Did you get discharged from the hospital?"
Caitlin nodded.
"Mom, you should go find a hotel to stay at. I'll transfer some money to your phone. You need to rest. My senior will take care of me here." She tried her best to get Caitlin to leave.
Caitlin held her hand and said, "I'm worried about you. Myron was driving your car and I heard he hit someone. I don't know how bad it is, but I'm afraid it might get you into trouble since the car is under your name."
Callie seemed to understand everything in an instant.
Her eyes went blank for a few seconds, and she blinked weakly, her eyelashes fluttering gently. "I understand, Mom. I'll be fine. You should go to the hotel. I need some time alone to rest. With you here, I'll be worried about your health and won't be able to recover peacefully."
Caitlin could sense that her daughter was trying to get rid of her.
She choked up a bit. "Callie, I've already filed for divorce from your dad. If you have any problems, you need to tell me. I might be able to help you."
Callie felt exhausted. "Mom, I'm fine, really. If anything comes up, I'll definitely tell you."
She needed to take her time with this matter.
And she couldn't tell her everything, especially not about being beaten. If Caitlin found out, she would definitely be worried.
Otherwise, it might just stress her out even more.
Seeing her daughter so weak, Caitlin gently asked, "Can I come see you tonight?"
Callie nodded.
Caitlin stood up and expressed her gratitude to Gabriel.
Gabriel replied, "No need to thank me."
"Still, thank you," Caitlin insisted, expressing her gratitude multiple times.
After she left, Gabriel wheeled Callie into the hospital room.
He didn't ask any questions, understanding that she needed rest at this moment.
"I'll be right here. If you need anything or feel uncomfortable, just call me," Gabriel whispered.
Callie nodded and closed her eyes.
She fell into a deep sleep and woke up two hours later.
"Thirsty," she croaked.
Gabriel poured her some water.
She drank half a cup, soothing her parched throat.
The bitterness in her mouth lessened.
But her whole body still ached.
"What happened? Who did this to you?" Gabriel finally couldn't hold back and asked.
"Could it have been Belinda?" he speculated.
Callie shook her head.
If her mother hadn't mentioned that Myron had taken her car, she might have thought the same.
But now she knew better.
If she guessed correctly, Myron had crashed her car into Shane's car.
If it was serious, the authorities should have gotten involved, but Shane had chosen to deal with it privately. Either he wasn't seriously hurt, or he was just really angry.
Thinking it over, the one who caused the accident was her half-brother. Was it really unfair if she got blamed too?
"Senior, I'm planning to divorce Shane. I've already lost one child, and if I stay with him, I'll probably lose the other one too," she said softly. "I'm going to tell him about my pregnancy."
Gabriel Byrne nodded. "You're doing the right thing."
It wasn't that he was eager for Callie to divorce Shane.
But both of them had their own children.
That alone made it hard for them to get along.
Let alone develop any feelings for each other.
If there were no children involved, it would be a different story.
"I think, even if Shane doesn't like Belinda, he wouldn't abandon his own child," Gabriel speculated.
Callie scoffed, "What nonsense are you talking about? If Shane didn't like Belinda, would he have gotten her pregnant?"
Back then, she had foolishly believed Shane Robinson's lies.
He said he didn't like Belinda.
If he didn't like her, how did they end up having a child together?
Or maybe Shane only thinks with the lower half of his body?
She took a deep breath. She had no right to say anything.
So, she didn't care anymore. It didn't matter to her now.
...
At another hospital, Shane's secretary came to report the situation.
"The doctor who performed the surgery on Miss Ayers has fled. I'm having people look for him. Also, the driver responsible for the accident has been found. As per your instructions, he has been dealt with. Here are the driver's details."
The secretary handed over the documents.
Shane wasn't interested and didn't even look at them. He simply said, "Make sure you find the doctor."
For a doctor to flee like that, it's hard to believe there's nothing shady going on.
The secretary said, "Yes, I'll assign more people."
"Miss Ayers wants to see you. Should I turn her away?"
The secretary asked again.
Shane waved his hand dismissively.
He had no interest in seeing her.
Besides, there was nothing worth discussing now.
The child was gone.
He had instructed the secretary to deal with the driver responsible for the accident, seeking some solace for himself.
It was a way to provide some closure for the lost child.
The secretary exited the room, "I'll be right outside. Call me if you need anything."
As she left, she accidentally dropped the documents she was holding. Shane caught a glimpse of the name Callie.
The secretary bent down to pick them up, and just as she was about to leave, Shane stopped her. "Let me see the information on the driver responsible for the accident."
The secretary handed it over.
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