"Mrs. Holmes, I'm afraid I have some bad news. Because of your previous miscarriage and the gunshot injury to your uterus—combined with the severe bleeding this time—the situation was critical. To... to save your life..."
He hesitated, lowering his gaze.
"We had no choice but to remove your uterus."
His words hit me like a bolt of lightning. My mind went blank.
"What... what did you just say?"
My pupils dilated as I stared at his moving lips, unable to register the sound.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Holmes. If you had been brought in sooner, perhaps we could have saved it, but..."
His voice faded into a blur.
Tears filled my eyes, blurring my vision.
My heart, which had already gone numb, clenched painfully again.
How could this be happening?
Was this God's punishment for loving the wrong man?
I shook my head violently, tears spilling down my cheeks, refusing to accept the truth.
Just then, the ward door burst open with a deafening crash.
Weston stormed in, his face dark with rage. "Patricia is having massive bleeding because of you. Your blood types match—I need you to give her a transfusion. Now!"