When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 17 How Dare You Kick My Son

“Okay.”

Magnus walked toward Calvin, ready to fight for Cecilia.

However, just as he reached out his hand, a strong force hit him, and he was kicked hard by Calvin.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Bang! Magnus was sent flying several meters away, landing heavily on the ground, clutching his chest in pain, unable to speak.

Seeing this, Paula hurried to help him up. She glared at Calvin, her eyes full of anger. “How dare you kick my son?”

Calvin held Cecilia in his arms, his eyes filled with coldness.

Rainwater dripped slowly from his hair.

He approached the mother and son as if transformed into a completely different person. Like a demon from hell, he spoke every word with precision. “Do you have a death wish?”

Paula and Magnus were both frightened by the man before them and remained silent, unable to respond.

As Calvin carried Cecilia away, he didn’t forget to remind Paula, “Ceci’s will states that she left a recording. In that recording, you agreed to have no further ties with her. You haven’t forgotten, right?”

Cecilia didn’t want to be her daughter even in death.

Cecilia knew the recording held no legal power and wouldn’t officially sever their mother- daughter relationship.

However, she also knew who Paula truly was.

Paula cared about her reputation more than anything.

If the recording was released, she would forever carry the shame of being labeled as the woman who o drove her own daughter to death.

With Calvin’s threat hanging over her, Paula left in disgrace, taking her injured son Magnus with her.

Paula got into the car and looked through the rearview mirror at Calvin, who was holding her seemingly lifeless daughter. Her hand resting at her side clenched so tightly that she dug her fingernails deeply into her palm.

“Don’t blame me for being ruthless. Blame yourself for being useless and not holding onto For a brief moment, she felt a sting of pain in her heart, but it quickly faded into cold. indifference.

Caring for Cecilia’s death wasn’t nearly as important as reporting the situation to Randy.

Meanwhile, Calvin hurriedly rushed Cecilia to the nearest hospital.

As Cecilia was wheeled into the operating room, the red characters reading “in surgery” made Calvin’s heart tighten with fear, unable to relax for even a second.

An hour into the surgery, the doctor urgently contacted the family. “The patient’s condition is critical. Where is her family?”

Calvin’s heart sank.

“What… what’s happening?”

“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 told him.

Calvin’s throat tightened, and his usual calm and gentle demeanor vanished entirely. He grabbed the doctor by the collar and lifted him up.

“In my world, there’s no such thing as critical condition. If she doesn’t make it through, your entire hospital will pay the price!”

He threw the doctor aside.

Before the doctor could respond, a group of well–known medical experts from Tudela hurried in, wearing white lab coats.

Seeing Calvin, they immediately bowed. “Mr. Reese.”

Calvin simply ordered, “Save her.

“Understood.”

The previously startled doctor finally realized that the hospital had encountered a truly powerful figure.

“Meanwhile, back at Rainsworth Group,

Nathaniel was distracted at work.”

Zachary, too, remembered what day it was today and asked, puzzled, “Weren’t you supposed to finalize the divorce today?”

Nathaniel paused, his sword–like eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Nathaniel felt a bit uneasy, but his tone remained indifferent. “Cecilia changed her mind. She told me early this morning that she wasn’t going

Zachary casually sat down on the nearby sofa and spread his hands with a mocking smile.

“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 kept calling her “deaf girl“.