Chapter 20: Sudden Drop in Heart Rate, Critical Condition Notice to be Signed
She still remembered that day, when he knelt down halfway, resting his head on her shoulder. Usually so calm and collected, he broke down completely, his silent tears soaking her clothes.
Amelia gently stroked his hair, softly patting his back, soothing his vulnerability.
That day she said: "William, don't be afraid."
"Didn't the family say that a happy occasion might help Grandpa get better? I'll go back with you."
"Even if Grandpa... William, you still have me."
Her scent seemed to still linger in his nose—that was the only thing he remembered from that sad time all those years ago.
"William..."
Her voice calling his name seemed to echo in his ears again and again—happy, sad, gentle, shy...
The last time was just now, her soft call in the emergency stairwell.
His brow furrowed suddenly, and he felt a bit scared.
"William." Isabella's voice came again. She gripped his hand tightly. "What's wrong?"
William looked up and saw the pale, frail Isabella before him.
His mind snapped back to reality.
He turned his head away and closed his eyes.
"Nothing."
He said, pulling his hand from Isabella's and starting the car.
"Mia is at the hospital. She'll be fine."
William calmly watched the road ahead, skillfully driving the Aston Martin out of the parking lot, heading toward the elevated highway.
"I'll take you home."
Isabella smiled slightly: "Okay."
...
At the hospital.
People were coming and going around the emergency room.
Mia waited anxiously outside.
She was a gynecologist who had performed surgeries before, but right now she was too emotional to operate herself.
Fortunately, she had arranged for blood supplies in advance.
But what was Amelia's condition now... she wasn't sure.
With so much blood loss, could the baby still be saved?
Her mind was a mess. She didn't dare trust her own judgment and could only wait for the final results.
Footsteps approached. Mia looked up and saw her brother, Dash Wilson.
"Dash!"
Mia threw herself into Dash's arms, and the emotions she had just managed to calm down collapsed again.
"Dash, I've hurt Amelia." She cried in Dash's arms. "What should I do..."
Dash sighed softly, patted Mia's back, and said: "I already learned about the situation on my way here. Don't panic. Let me go in and take a look first."
"Mia, if you don't trust others, don't you trust me?"
The Wilson family was a medical dynasty, and as the heir of the Wilson family, Dash was naturally a medical expert.
Although not specialized in gynecology, he was proficient in many areas.
"Okay." Mia immediately stood up straight, wiping the tears from her face. "Dash, go quickly!"
Dash smiled, reached out to wipe away the tears Mia had missed, then changed clothes, disinfected, and walked into the emergency room.
Shortly after entering the emergency room, a machine nearby suddenly let out a piercing alarm.
"Patient's heart rate is dropping rapidly, prepare the cardiac pacemaker!"
"Go outside and see if the patient's family is there. We need to sign a critical condition notice."
The emergency room was in chaos.
...
Meanwhile.
The Aston Martin stopped downstairs at Isabella's place.
In the car, Isabella quietly observed William's profile.
William had always been good at hiding his emotions, never showing his feelings.
In the business world, countless opponents with top teams had failed to figure out what he was thinking.
During the critical period of the Brown Group's transformation, he had led all the decisions and battles.
Forcefully transforming from a traditional industry to become a tech giant, ultimately standing at the top and securing the position of industry leader—William's abilities were never just talk.
Isabella didn't expect to completely control William. She just needed to be better than Amelia, and that would be enough.
Just like now.
Amelia was at the hospital, while she sat in the passenger seat of William's Aston Martin.
"We're here."
Seeing that William was only tapping the steering wheel with his left hand without making any other moves, Isabella spoke up.
"Okay."
William responded, still without any further action.
Isabella thought for a moment, then said somewhat shyly in a soft voice: "William, aren't you going to see me upstairs?"
Isabella was inviting him to her home.
An adult invitation, no need to spell it out.
William's hand stopped tapping the steering wheel. He glanced at Isabella.
He didn't speak immediately, just looked at Isabella.
This made Isabella's heart beat nervously.
After about three seconds, he said: "I'm a bit tired today."
Isabella nodded understandingly, then said nothing more.
"Go back." William said. "Get some rest."
"Okay." Isabella nodded.
Finally, William walked Isabella to the elevator entrance.
The elevator went up, and Isabella returned home.
She looked out the window and saw William walking back to his car, a flash of satisfaction in her eyes.
She thought back to the series of moves she made earlier that evening after learning about Amelia's pregnancy.
Four hours ago, 8 PM, Floral Haven.
Isabella suddenly stood up, startling the caregiver beside her. The caregiver didn't know why Isabella had been so pleased just moments ago and was now suddenly agitated.
But the caregiver didn't dare ask, just watched as Isabella, after various considerations, made a phone call to someone.
"Yes, it's me, Isabella." Isabella spoke. "I need you to do something for me right now."
"You don't need to know my purpose for doing this. If you have feelings for me, do it for me."
"Yes, I'm with William now, but so what? Didn't you tell me you love me?"
"If you love me, do it for me."
After hanging up, a flash of ruthlessness crossed Isabella's eyes.
William liked children.
After being together for so long, she knew William's preferences.
Although William had already divorced Amelia, they were still in the cooling-off period.
Within the thirty-day divorce cooling-off period, if either party didn't want the divorce, they could withdraw the application, and both would remain married.
If William found out Amelia was pregnant, the divorce might not go through.
She had worked so hard to get them to file the papers—she absolutely couldn't let this happen.
Just then, Isabella's phone vibrated again.
She opened it and saw two replies.
One was from the person she had just called—[Okay, I promise you, I'll do it.]
The other was William's reply to her earlier message asking if he could pick her up after work—[Okay.]
Then, at 8:45 PM, she walked out of Floral Haven, and her movements were captured by reporters she had arranged in advance.
All the subsequent trending topics and exposure were orchestrated by her.
Watching the Aston Martin start up and leave downstairs, Isabella smiled softly.
"Want to use the baby to keep him? I won't let you have your way."
"In three days, the first live broadcast of 'Voice of Heaven' will be the start of your nightmare."
"You'll lose everything, and I'll take over all that was yours."
"Amelia, you can't beat me!"
...
Meanwhile.
Evergreen Hospital.
After waiting outside the emergency room for a long time, Mia finally heard movement.
Seeing the emergency room door open, she jumped to her feet.