And he did it single-handedly.
He looked at my gaping incision, cradled the blood-soaked infant, and shoved it before my eyes.
"See? Isn't this proof that a baby can be delivered with one hand? Why did you have to make things so hard for Beatrice? If you hadn't stopped me back then, she would be the one standing where I am today!"
After saying that, he threw the child onto the floor.
My heart seized with rage. Unable to do anything, my baby and I both died that day.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the past—watching my boyfriend charge into battle for Beatrice's sake, utterly unaware that the woman on the operating table was the sister of a powerful tycoon.
A man notorious for being obsessively protective of his younger sister.
——
Realizing, I had returned to the very day when Beatrice attempted her one-handed delivery stunt, I switched off my phone and slept soundly until dawn.
When I powered it on the next morning, there were indeed 99+ missed calls.
In my previous life, Beatrice knew she had caused a disaster and had frantically called me to clean up her mess. But I had just finished three consecutive surgeries and barely managed an hour's rest.