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Chapter 17 How Dare You Kick My Son
“Okay,” Magnus muttered, but before he could take another step, a powerful force hit him, sending him crashing backward. Calvin’s kick had been swift and brutal, propelling Magnus several meters away. He landed hard on the wet ground, the impact stealing his breath away as he clutched his chest in agony, unable to speak.
Paula rushed to her son, her anger boiling over as she helped him up. “How dare you kick my son?” she snapped, her voice filled with venom.
Calvin stood there, his grip tightening around Cecilia as he held her lifeless form. His eyes, cold as ice, locked onto the mother and son before him. Rainwater trickled from his drenched hair, adding to the stormy aura around him. He stepped toward them, his presence ominous, almost like a demon from the depths of hell. “Do you have a death wish?” he asked, his words sharp and deliberate, carrying a chilling weight.
Paula and Magnus, both taken aback by the sudden intensity in Calvin, were rendered speechless, unable to respond.
With Cecilia still cradled in his arms, Calvin didn’t forget to remind Paula of the dire consequence she now faced. “Ceci’s will states that she left a recording. In that recording, you agreed to sever all ties with her. You haven’t forgotten, right?”
Cecilia may have left no legal means to cut ties with her mother, but Calvin knew that Paula’s biggest weakness was her reputation. If that recording was made public, Paula would forever be seen as the woman who pushed her own daughter to the brink of death. The fear of scandal was enough to break Paula’s composure.
As Calvin turned to leave, Paula stood there in stunned silence, her face a mask of disbelief and rage. After a long pause, she finally broke the silence, her voice seething. “Don’t blame me for being ruthless. Blame yourself for being useless and not holding onto her.”
For a brief moment, Paula felt a flicker of regret in her heart—something that almost resembled guilt—but it quickly faded, buried under a cold, indifferent mask. Her daughter’s fate seemed less important than saving face in front of Randy and the world.
In the car, as Paula stared out the window, she couldn’t help but glance back at Calvin. Her fingers tightened around the armrest, her nails digging into the fabric as she silently fumed. There was no turning back now.
Meanwhile, Calvin didn’t waste a second. He rushed Cecilia to the nearest hospital, his heart heavy with worry. The sight of her being wheeled into the operating room hit him like a blow to the gut. The red “In Surgery” sign only heightened his fear and anxiety, gnawing at his composure.
An hour later, a doctor urgently approached Calvin. “The patient’s condition is critical. Where is her family?”
Calvin’s heart sank at the word “critical,” dread flooding his chest. “What… what’s happening?” he demanded, his voice tight with worry.
“Are you the patient’s relative? Could you please sign the critical condition consent form? There’s a chance we might not be able to save the patient…” The doctor’s words hung in the air, thick with uncertainty.
A flash of panic gripped Calvin’s chest, and for a moment, his usually calm demeanor shattered. His anger flared as he grabbed the doctor by the collar, lifting him off the ground. “In my world, there’s no such thing as critical condition,” Calvin growled, his voice low and menacing. “If she doesn’t make it through, your entire hospital will pay the price!”
He threw the doctor aside with force, not waiting for a response. Just as the doctor regained his bearings, a group of renowned medical experts from Tudela entered the room, their white lab coats a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere.
Upon seeing Calvin, the medical team immediately bowed in respect. “Mr. Reese,” they acknowledged in unison.
Calvin’s eyes never left Cecilia. He spoke with cold authority, “Save her.”
“Understood,” one of the doctors replied, their voices filled with renewed urgency as they sprang into action. The doctor who had initially spoken realized too late that the hospital had encountered a powerful figure. Calvin’s reputation preceded him, and the stakes had just been raised to life or death.
Meanwhile, back at Rainsworth Group, Nathaniel was visibly distracted at work, the events of the day weighing heavily on him. Zachary, noticing his unease, casually asked, “Weren’t you supposed to finalize the divorce today?”
Nathaniel paused, furrowing his brows slightly, the mention of the divorce clearly unsettling him. His voice remained indifferent, though, as he replied, “Cecilia changed her mind. She told me early this morning that she wasn’t going through with it.”
Zachary, with his usual arrogance, chuckled as he leaned back in his chair. “I knew that deaf girl wouldn’t be so easy to deal with. She’s been playing hard to get all this time. If this drags on much longer, I say just file for divorce.”
He smirked as he referred to Cecilia as “that deaf girl,” a mocking tone in his voice.
