How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 92

"Doctor!"

Eddy lunged forward, scooping Blanche into his arms and racing out of the hospital room. His voice thundered through the hallway as he shouted at the nurses' station, "Help my wife! Please, you have to save her!"

A wave of panic swept through the medical staff as they rushed Eddy and Blanche into the operating theater.

Inside, voices overlapped, tense and urgent.

"She's hemorrhaging badly—we need to operate, now."

"Get anesthesia ready."

"Mr. Simmons, you'll have to wait outside!"

Blanche felt her consciousness fading, a knife-like agony twisting in her lower abdomen. Memories of losing Lara flooded back—a pain that seemed to hollow her out from the inside. Tears streamed from her reddened eyes.

She clung to Eddy's hand. She'd never begged him for anything before, but this time...

"Please, save our daughter. Don't make me go through that loss again, Eddy."

With those words, darkness swallowed her vision as anesthesia washed over her. Her hand slipped from Eddy's grasp and her eyes fluttered shut.

But she could still hear.

"Mr. Simmons, trust us—we'll do everything we can for your wife and your child," Dr. Smith reassured him, his voice gentle. "But you need to leave now. We can't delay."

Eddy's icy gaze lingered on Blanche. His hands curled into fists at his sides, his voice cold and unyielding. "No. Terminate the pregnancy. Do whatever it takes to save my wife."

"But… that's not what your wife wants—" Dr. Smith hesitated. The patient's wishes should come first.

"I'm her husband. Her legal guardian. I have the right to decide what's best for her," Eddy insisted, staring at Blanche's unconscious form. Whether he was trying to convince himself or Dr. Smith, no one could say.

When had Eddy Simmons ever cared about anyone else's opinion?

Blanche heard his words. The heartbreak was too much; she slipped into true unconsciousness.

"Do what I say," Eddy snapped, voice sharp as ice. "I expect my wife to leave this operating room unharmed. If not, none of you will work in Novandria again."

Dr. Smith and the others could only relent.

Jeannette watched Eddy's face grow colder with each word, a secret, satisfied smile flickering at the corners of her mouth.

Eddy had always been distant with her, but she knew all too well how much he cared about the child she'd carried.

She hated how things had turned out—the plan had backfired. Instead of cornering Blanche, she'd lost her own child.

But Blanche had taken something precious from her; even if Eddy didn't divorce Blanche right away, he'd never forgive her. He'd never touch her again.

All Jeannette needed was another chance to get rid of Blanche's child. If Blanche could never bear a Simmons heir, and Jeannette had one—maybe two—then everything that belonged to Eddy and the Simmons family would be hers.

Most importantly, she could keep Blanche beneath her heel, always.

"Jean, that's enough," Rhoda whispered, terrified by the storm gathering on Eddy's face as she tugged at Jeannette's sleeve.

Jeannette ignored her, shaking her mother off.

What was wrong with her mother? She'd cursed Sheila and Blanche for years, and now, when this golden opportunity—paid for with her own lost child—was finally here, she was turning soft. Getting old and losing her edge, clearly.

"Eddy," Jeannette fluttered her lashes at him, her tone syrupy sweet. "Don't be angry with Blanche. I can give you another baby, I promise."