Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 340

"How can I stay calm?" Lindsey leaned over slightly and her voice was hoarse. She was hissing from the deepest part of her heart. "You’re discussing how to kill me and my child right in front of my face! You even discussed how to leave a nice cut when you operate, yet you want me to calm down? How can I? Do you think you can dictate the life and death of others just because you hold a scalpel? Who the hell are you? You’re not even human! You’re just a group of cold-blooded robots!"

Lindsey scolded everyone in the room and even Andre was not spared. His face changed slightly as the problem he had been pondering in the bottom of his heart surfaced again because of Lindsey's words.

"Ms. Juhl." Another person stood out behind him, "We’re sorry for not respecting you. Put down the tweezers and we can solve any problems together."

When Lindsey heard these words, she stabbed the tweezers in further, which poked through her skin and a little blood flowed out. She said sternly, "Don't be a hypocrite! I’m guessing that if I die now, Liam Wilford probably won't let go of you people. Hahahahahahaha! Then all of you will have to die with me!"

Lindsey’s mind went blank for a moment as she allowed the impulse in her heart to drive her behavior. She raised her hand high and closed her eyes, then brought her hand down to her neck again.

"Lindsey! Think of Zayn Guggenheim!" Suddenly, a voice rang in her ears and the falling tweezers paused mid-air.

When her neck was about to be pierced, a forearm suddenly reached over to cover her neck.

Lindsey subconsciously tilted her head as her hand was met with resistance. At the same time, the doctor's muffled grunt sounded in her ears.

"Ms. Juhl, Mr. Guggenheim is looking for you everywhere. Don't be impulsive and hold on a little longer." Andre and Lindsey were extremely close, so he whispered in her ear. He had his back turned on the crowd, so no one noticed that he was saying something to her.

After saying that, Andre retracted his arm from Lindsey’s neck. "Ouch, it hurts. Quick, I need treatment!"

A silver tweezer was stuck on his forearm.

Andre actually lunged at Lindsey to stop her from stabbing herself.

The surrounding doctors were all focused on Andre's injury and glared at Lindsey.

Blood dripped down Andre's arm, which stained his white sleeves red. Lindsey was so stunned that she instantly calmed down.

It was like Andre felt her guilt and smiled at Lindsey to comfort her. His smile was as innocent as a child’s.

Lindsey tried to smile, but she could not bring herself to. She thought about what Andre said earlier and wanted to ask Andre about it when she felt a sudden pain on the side of her neck that felt like a bee sting. Lindsey then lost consciousness rapidly.

Andre witnessed this and could not care less about the wound on his arm. He looked at his mentor incredulously and exclaimed, "Professor!"

It was a strong sedative, which would have a great effect on Lindsey’s body.

His mentor's eyes were calm to the point of indifference as he got the nurse to bring Lindsey down. He then explained perfunctorily, "It's okay, it won't have much of an impact."

Andre wanted to say something, but his mentor saw it and a bit of gloom appeared in his eyes. "She’s about to die anyway. What difference does it make if we use it or not? I think this woman is mentally unstable. Just as Mr. Wilford said, we need to operate as soon as possible. Let’s hurry and finalize the surgical plan."

All Andre felt was that his mentor’s words were extremely cold. However, when his mentor said this, the people around him actually nodded in agreement.

Before Andre could say anything, he was pulled away to treat his wounds.

Suddenly, Andre remembered a little quote his mentor told him when he first enrolled in medical school. “Dream big and have faith. Be doubtful and relentless in your quest.”

Andre had always thought he had put this into practice, but now, he was not so sure.

His eyes flickered and a light in his eyes seemed to go out at this moment.

"I've never seen it either." Lindsey echoed. Although her current status seemed like she was very rich. In fact, she had been a genuine pauper for the first twenty years of her life and never had the chance to feel the bliss of overnight wealth before she was captured.

Lindsey thought to herself, "If I die like this, I might really become a poor ghost!"

She looked at Andre and jokingly asked, "Then will you tell Zayn my whereabouts for this $50 million?"

Andre sighed and shook his head a few seconds later. "No." It was what Lindsey expected, but she still felt a bit disappointed.

"I can't tell him. Mr. Wilford's watching us like a hawk. All of our communication devices are special. We can only receive messages from the outside world, but we can't actively contact others," Andre explained. Somehow, he did not want Lindsey to be unhappy because of this.

"So that’s how it is..." Lindsey pondered. Then, she solemnly thanked Andre. "Thank you, this is very important to me."

It was really important to her to know that Zayn was still alive and well.

Andre was stunned by her serious attitude. After he returned to his senses, he quickly waved his hands. "No, no, everyone knows this. I'm just telling you."

He was a little excited and forgot that he still had an injury on his arm, so he winced.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I’m fine. It's not deep." Andre shrugged his shoulders. "By the way, there’s one more thing that you should know."

Lindsey could probably guess what it was, but she still played along and asked, "What is it?"