Alas, Tom interrupted her, "That's enough! Are you ever going to stop? You're just an employee of my family's hospital, so please stop calling Regina Dr. Whitaker every time you talk to me. It's bad enough she's causing trouble, but you're all helping her?"

The young nurse tried to say more, but Tom had already hung up.

A trace of impatience flashed in his eyes.

Five days later, he finally dialed my number for the first time, but no one was going to answer it anymore.

Frustrated, he tossed the phone onto the sofa, only to pick it up again a few minutes later. Staring at our blank chat window that had been silent for days, he let out a heavy sigh and typed a message.

[Regina, can you please stop making a fuss? I really did lose my temper with you that day when Dina was giving birth because I was worried. If someone who works for me gets into trouble, how can I ever do business outside again? Especially Dina, you know that she saved my life eight years ago. We can't be ungrateful people.]

[I've always been careful. I even asked Dr. Law about your condition beforehand. He said there wouldn't be any problem with a natural birth. I had five specialists on standby that day. You're my wife, and you were carrying my child. How could I ever bear for something to happen to you?]

[Hurry up and bring the child back. The baby is small, and you need someone to look after you, too. I'll be waiting for you at home.]

After sending the messages, Tom sank back into the sofa.

Suddenly, a thunderstorm erupted outside. He quickly stood up and called his driver. "Get ready, take me to the hospital. Regina is scared of thunder. I need to be with her."

No sooner had he hung up than the phone rang again. Tom hesitated for two seconds when he saw the caller ID, but he still answered it.

Dina's tearful voice instantly came through the line, "Tom, it's thundering outside, and the baby won't stop crying. I'm so scared."

The driver had already braved the rain to enter the building. "Mr. Lynch, the car is ready."

Later, Tom walked through the storm and got into the car.

Watching the driver head towards the hospital, he spoke in a low voice, "Don't go to the hospital. Take me to Miss Dawson's residence."

Dina was waiting in the yard with an umbrella. The moment she saw Tom, she dropped it and threw herself into his arms, not a trace of fear visible on her face.

Tom stroked her hair repeatedly, about to comfort her, when his cell phone rang urgently in his pocket.

He answered, and the police officer on the other end spoke in a serious tone, "Mr. Lynch, five days ago, a fatal accident occurred at a hospital affiliated with the Lynch Corporation. The deceased is your … "

"I know, I've already asked someone to send compensation to the family," he said.

The police officer's tone became even more serious upon hearing Tom's voice, "It's not about the compensation. The deceased … "

"Alright, you can contact Miss Dawson for this kind of thing. I have other things to do. I'll hang up now." Tom interrupted the police officer again and hung up the phone directly.

He turned off his phone as he pulled Dina into his arms, murmuring, "A few days ago, one of the doctors in Lynch Hospital died during surgery. I've already arranged everything, but it seems the family isn't satisfied. I'm sorry to trouble you, Dina. I'll need you to visit them again tomorrow."

Tom trailed off, his gaze falling on the stroller in the room. Seemingly remembering something, he called his subordinate and gave detailed instructions. "Go find this traditional doctor. Have him prepare some nourishing tonics according to this prescription and send them to the hospital. It's been five days; my wife has been arguing with me and probably hasn't eaten much. Go now."

"Forget it. Just bring him to the hospital. Have him examine the baby, too."

After saying that, Tom searched for the doctor's business card on his phone and sent it to Dina.

"Dina, things have been chaotic and troublesome lately. I don't have time to go with you. If you have time, go see this traditional doctor yourself."

Dina looked at the business card on her phone, and a flicker of subtle displeasure crossed her eyes. She curled up on the sofa, pretending to ask casually, "Tom, is Regina still mad at you?"

Tom frowned slightly. "Yeah, it's fine. She's just like that. She'll get over it in a few days. Don't worry."

Dina raised an eyebrow and pouted. "I'm not so sure. I think Regina is really furious this time. The other day, when I took the child to the hospital for a vaccination, I overheard the nurses talking. They said when Regina mentioned you, she didn't seem angry at all. Instead, she was joking with her colleagues, saying it's up to you whether you come or not, since the child in her belly has nothing to do with you anyway."

She even provoked him any further, "She also said she's gathering evidence. Once everything is ready, she'll file for divorce. Forget about the kids—you won't get a single cent of the hospital shares either!'

Tom's hand, which was pouring water, suddenly froze. He turned around slowly, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Dina. "Is that true?"

"Tom, I'd even give my life for you. When have I ever lied to you?" Dina said seriously.

That man's face turned ashen. He snatched up a teacup from nearby and slammed it against the door with a loud crash.

He immediately pulled out his phone and called his assistant. "Cancel the doctor. Don't go to the hospital either. Get back here right now!"

The assistant didn't respond, but his tone was very anxious as he spoke. "Tom, the doctor said that five days ago, your wife called him, saying she was experiencing difficult labor and that she and the child were on the brink of death."

"Didn't you hear me tell you to get back here?" Tom roared.

"Tom … "

Tom hung up the phone while the assistant kept calling out to him repeatedly.

He was furious, like a raging beast, overturning the table in front of him.

After a long silence, he took out his phone again and gave the order, "Arrange an adoption banquet for tomorrow. From that day forward, Dina's son will be my biological child, Tom Lynch's only son. Also, buy a diamond ring for me. I'm going to propose to Miss Dawson. And I want all of this to take place at the hospital!"

That night, Tom and Dina tangled together passionately on that small bed.

Early the next morning, he pushed her away and called the hospital. "Has your Dr. Whitaker not made a single sound since he heard I was going to propose to another woman?"

The one who answered the phone was still that young nurse. This time, she hung up the phone without saying a word.

At that moment, my body could no longer be kept in the hospital morgue.

The hospital director had reported it to the police, but Tom Lynch, as my only family member in this world, still hadn't come to deal with the matter.

Dina did show up once. But she just stood there for a moment, then said, "Just bury her anywhere."

The director simply said 'yes,' yet he felt deeply uneasy. So, he chose to arrange a funeral for me without telling Dina.

Today was the day I was to be buried. After hanging up the phone, the young nurse hurried to help with my funeral arrangements.

Tom, seeing the phone hang up, flew into a rage again.

He violently smashed his phone on the ground, secretly cursing, "Fine! Regina! Just wait! After I marry another woman and become a father to another woman's child, let's see where you'll go to cry your regrets!"

After saying this, he went back to the room and kissed Dina on the forehead. Right then, that woman clung to Tom, urging him playfully."Tom, let's hurry to the hospital to get ready. Today is the most important day for me and the baby. I don't want anything to go wrong."

Tom buried his head in Dina's neck, seeking comfort passionately. "It's still early, no rush. I've already given instructions to the hospital … "

But Dina pushed him away with a coquettish laugh. "You might not be in a hurry, but I am. Come on, let's go."

Unable to resist her persistence, Tom reluctantly set off two hours early with Dina.

The hospital knew Tom was coming today for the adoption banquet, so they'd started preparing my funeral arrangements early.

Still, they hadn't expected him to arrive this soon.

The moment his car pulled into the hospital parking lot, the staff scrambled to dismantle the memorial altar. Unfortunately, it was already too late.

Tom walked in to find the floor littered with mourning banners and chrysanthemums.

His expression darkened instantly. Grabbing the hospital director by the collar, he snarled through gritted teeth, "Gregory Law, how can you manage things like this? Whose funeral arrangements are being held in the hospital? Don't you know today is my wedding day?"

Gregory frantically signaled with his eyes to his subordinates, urging them to clear away the items on the floor quickly. The staff, clearly understanding his meaning, swarmed forward to gather the scattered objects.

However, Tom sensed their unusual behavior.

He suddenly stepped forward and stomped on the mourning banner at his feet. He glared at Gregory with wide eyes as he inquired, "What are you hiding? I'll see who's so bold as to hold a funeral at my family's hospital on my wedding day!"

He swiftly bent down and yanked the mourning banner from beneath his foot.

On the stark white paper, the intense black handwriting was painfully clear and sharp. "Our heartfelt condolences on the passing of Doctor Regina Whitaker."