You Want a New Mommy? Roger That novel Chapter 7

Just as the standoff dragged on, Wendy burst into the room and pressed her stethoscope to Ethan's chest. She'd arrived even faster than the attending physician.

"There are signs of shock." Wendy's face paled. "Prep the equipment!"

Then she turned and barked at the two people still staring at each other blankly, "All bystanders, get out immediately!"

The room instantly quieted to nothing but the sound of footsteps; no one dared make a sound.

In all the years they'd worked with Wendy, no one had ever seen her this furious. Even James was momentarily stunned by her attitude.

Soon, only the doctors and nurses remained in the room.

Wendy looked at the pale-faced Ethan on the bed, her heart caught in her throat.

"Ethan, can you hear me? Open your eyes for me." As she administered emergency treatment, she spoke softly, trying to awaken the unconscious Ethan.

Twenty minutes later, a nurse exclaimed, "Dr. Sanders, the patient's heart rate is stable! Vitals are normal!"

Wendy's trembling hands went limp with relief. She watched over Ethan and didn't relax until he slowly opened his eyes.

"Keep a close watch. If anything changes, move him to the ICU immediately." Wendy spoke shakily as she leaned against the side of the bed.

"It's okay now, Dr. Sanders," a nurse reassured her.

Wendy nodded, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead. Even though the room was full of relieved voices, a sense of dread still lingered in her heart.

"Mommy…" Ethan murmured weakly from the bed. "It hurts…"

Wendy bent down, softly comforting him. "I know you're hurting, Ethan. Just sleep for a while, and you'll feel better."

As soon as the nurses left, James and Jenna hurried in.

"How's Ethan?" James asked anxiously from behind Wendy.

Wendy said nothing. She watched Ethan slowly fall asleep in her arms before she finally stood up.

Without a word, she turned and slapped James hard across the face. The slap echoed in the quiet room.

James stood frozen, staring at Wendy in disbelief.

Jenna immediately pushed Wendy hard. "What's wrong with you? It's not James' fault that Ethan got sick! What right do you—"

Before she could finish, Wendy slapped her too. She said, "I don't care what filthy things the two of you do behind my back, but if Ethan ends up like this again, I swear I'll drag both of you to hell with me!"

Her teeth clenched as the fire in her eyes raged uncontrollably.

Jenna staggered back a step in fright at her expression. She genuinely believed that if there were a knife within reach, Wendy would've already plunged it into her heart.

James' face darkened. "You're a doctor, and his mother. If you can't even take proper care of him, who else is there to blame?"

The same deflection as always.

Wendy sneered. "Get out. My son needs rest. I don't need you two putting on a show here."

James was on the verge of exploding. What infuriated him wasn't the slap, it was Wendy's defiance.

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