Five years of clinical experience had forged these hands that could hold a scalpel for 27 hours without trembling. Only such hands could perform the craniotomy to remove the hematoma pressing against Galen's cranial nerves.

Cold sweat ran down my forehead as I glared at Albert. "Galen's condition can only be treated by me. Take me to the hospital now, and I'll forget everything you've done!"

Albert smirked. "Celine told me you only went to medical school to seduce some guy! You don't deserve to hold a scalpel."

Then he barked at the bodyguards, "Destroy her hands! Let's see how much more arrogance she can show!"

Before I could protest, the sticks rained down on my fingers like hail. The pain drilled into my bones, and I nearly fainted. By the time they stopped, my hands were mangled beyond recognition.

White bones jutted through torn flesh, and I crawled desperately toward the door.

Jacob Butterfield, my senior, who was a genius in orthopedics, could save my hands if I reached a hospital in time.

I initially pursued medicine for Galen, but once I realized I could save countless lives, healing became my life's purpose.

Patients were waiting for surgery even now. For their sake, I had to take care of these hands.

I dragged my injured body toward the door, but a pair of shoes suddenly blocked my path.

I clutched at the person's pants like a lifeline. My voice trembled. "Please, take me to the hospital, find Dr. Butterfield..."

Before I could finish, a familiar cold laugh cut me off. "Sabrina, even now, you haven't forgotten Jacob!"

Galen lowered his gaze. A storm was brewing behind his eyes. Like an enraged lion, he yanked me off the ground. "Do you love him that much? Even now, you're still thinking of another man!"

My hand slammed against the doorframe with a dull thud. Catching sight of my twisted fingers, Galen's expression faltered slightly, and he eased the pressure of his grip. "How did you get so badly injured?" he asked, frowning.

Just then, a 2-year-old child came running, clinging to his leg. He called him 'Daddy'.

Celine appeared, dressed in matching pajamas with Galen, looking like she had just woken up. "Galen, what are you doing here this late? Your son's waiting for you to put him to bed." Her tone was playful yet scolding.

Then, when she noticed me, she tugged at her collar, but the fresh bite marks on her neck were impossible to hide.

I felt as if I had been punched. I was dizzy and disoriented. "What… What is going on with this kid?" I asked.

Galen stiffened, but Celine quickly explained with an apologetic expression. "Sabrina, I didn't say anything before because I didn't want to affect your relationship with Galen.

"But rest assured, he and I were just fulfilling each other's physical needs. Three years ago, there was an accident, and this child was born."

She carried the boy and crooned, "Baby boy, this is your dad's wife. Say 'Sabrina'!"

I could only watch in disbelief. I had been abroad for three years, and Galen already had a two-year-old. That meant that he had slept with Celine before I left.

When I confronted him, he snapped, impatient. "If you can sleep with another man, why can't I have a child with another woman?"

Seeing his smug, self-righteous face, any lingering affection I had for him evaporated. While I stayed up all night in the lab trying to save his life, he had been in bed with Celine! "No wonder you suspected me of cheating all those years. You were guilty yourself!"

With a loud slap, pain flared across my cheek as blood trickled from my mouth.

I froze in place, unable to believe it. Whenever I got the slightest bump or bruise, his heart would ache, and his eyes would water. Yet, the same man had actually raised a hand against me.

Galen glanced at his own hand, frowned subconsciously, and then said coldly, "Sabrina, if you still want to be Mrs. Shaw, you'd better start behaving."

He carried the child and started to leave.

As Galen turned, I caught a glimpse of the boy's eyes. His eyes glinted with something white tinged with blue. My heart skipped a beat. How could a child that young already show symptoms?

Galen and the boy were about to disappear from sight, but my duty as a doctor overpowered my personal resentment. "Galen, you and your son are showing symptoms of your hereditary disease. If your mind is still working, take him to a hospital now!"

He stopped and sneered. "Let me guess. You're going to say only you can save me? Sabrina, you'll do anything to see your senior in the hospital, huh?"

I gritted my teeth. "Your hereditary disease is deadly once it flares up! You might not care about your life, but don't you care about your son's?"

A flicker of hesitation crossed his face. Before he could speak, Celine fell to her knees with a thud.

"Sabrina, I know this is my fault. Curse me if you must, but please, don't curse my son!" She wept openly. Her tears and snot streamed down her face.

“He's so young. He doesn't understand. No matter how much you hate Galen or me, don't curse him!"

Her cries darkened Galen's expression completely. He pulled Celine into his arms, murmuring comfort, but his voice hardened as he gave orders.

"Lock her in the basement with no food or water! Sabrina, a woman vicious enough to curse a child like this, needs to be taught a lesson!"

The bodyguards roughly shoved me toward the basement. I struggled, shouting, "Galen, this is a matter of life and death! Can't you just trust me this once?"

He held Celine close, ​​and his tone was firm and unwavering. "Even if I were close to death, I wouldn't need you to save me."

The door slammed shut, and the last sliver of light vanished. Someone had set the air conditioning to an icy chill. I felt as if frost was forming on my skin. My hands were slowly going numb, and with that numbness, a cold realization settled in my chest.

As a doctor, I knew without doubt that my hands were ruined.

As for Galen's life, there was no one left in the world who could save him.

Just as the cold and hunger threatened to crush me, the basement door burst open.

A powerful force yanked me forward, and Galen's cold voice cut through the air. "Sabrina, say you'll never see Jacob again, and I'll let you go!"

I was frozen with cold, and my mind was sluggish. He thought I was still resisting. "Or do you want to starve to death here?"

I raised my head weakly and saw that his eyes were bloodshot. My voice was barely above a whisper as I said, "I'm afraid you'll die before I do."

Celine's eyes flashed, and she scolded me loudly. "Sabrina, how can you curse Galen for another man? Do you love him that much?"

Galen's eyes were red with rage. He raised his hand, but the moment before the slap landed, his body froze. He wobbled, tilted back, and collapsed.

Amid the screams, I closed my eyes and whispered softly, "He's beyond saving. Prepare for the worst."