My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 265

Chapter 265: 265/Flashback(18)

Chapter 265: The Trade of Wombs

23 years ago

Narrator’s POV

When Violet fell like a lifeless corpse onto the cold hospital tiles, it felt as though time had frozen. Her body hit the floor with a dull thud that made the hearts of everyone in the room leap in terror. Her mother and Stuart rushed toward her, their bodies shaking hysterically. The mother knelt over her daughter, placing trembling hands on Violet’s pallid cheeks while shaking her head violently. She screamed at the top of her lungs until her voice went hoarse: "Doctor! Help! I’m losing my daughter! Someone help us!"

Meredith, lying on her bed awaiting surgery, watched the scene with narrowed eyes burning with deep-seated resentment. She thought that Violet, with her usual coldness, was faking this faint to steal the spotlight on her tragic day. "She must be acting," Meredith said in a sharp tone dripping with venom. "She loves being the center of attention! I can’t believe she’s doing this crap even when I’m about to enter the operating room!" Her mother turned to her, sparks flying from her bloodshot eyes, and let out a roar that terrified Meredith: "Meredith! Shut up! Have you completely lost your mind? Your sister is dying, and you’re talking about the spotlight?"

The doctor and nurses rushed in, lifting Violet’s limp, unconscious body onto a gurney. Her skin was as cold as ice, her face as white as a shroud. They whisked her away to the examination room. The mother tried to enter with them, clutching the edge of the gurney with trembling hands, but the nurses firmly blocked her and shut the door in her face.

Meanwhile, Meredith was being prepped for surgery. She trembled under her blanket, death dancing in her eyes. She gripped her mother’s hand with an iron vice, moaning, "I’m scared, Mother... I feel a strange coldness seeping into my vitals." The mother replied, trying to maintain her composure even as her knees knocked together, "Don’t be afraid, my love. This procedure will rid you of the pain and the tumor... it’s for your own good."

Meredith wept bitterly, her chest heaving with sobs that shattered the silence. "But I will never be a mother... I’ll become just a hollow body!" The mother suppressed the tears that nearly escaped her eyes and said, "Meredith... the most important thing now is that you stay alive." Stuart approached with a somber face, leaning down to kiss Meredith’s forehead, which was wet with the sweat of fear. He squeezed her palm tenderly, trying to breathe some warmth into her shivering frame. "Darling... don’t be afraid. I’m here." She whispered to him with searing despair, "Stuart... I won’t be able to bear you a child to carry your name... I will be a barren wife." Stuart replied with sincere, tear-filled eyes, "I don’t care about children, Meredith... what matters is that you come back to me safely. Your presence with me is enough for the world."

Meredith was wheeled toward the operating room. After a short period of suffocating tension, the nurse returned and said in a calm tone, "The young lady who fainted has woken up; her condition is stable." The mother ran with her exhausted body toward Violet’s room. Finding her awake on the bed, pale as if the blood had fled her veins, she threw herself into her arms and kissed her head forcefully. "Violet, dear... can you hear me? Are you alright?"

"I’m fine, Mother," Violet said in a weak, faint voice, the words struggling to leave her dry throat. "Just a bit of dizziness, there’s no need for all this worry." Violet’s eyes fell on the white bandage covering the vein in her hand. Her heart sank, and a pulse of true terror pierced her chest; she knew they had drawn a blood sample while she was unconscious. "Why did they take a blood sample?" she asked warily, her eyes widening in horror. "I told you I’m fine, I was just tired!" Her mother replied casually, stroking her hair, "Just to check your sugar levels and blood pressure... don’t worry."

Deep down, Violet knew the bitter truth. She could feel that strange pulse in her womb, but she was being stubborn, coming up with a hundred medical possibilities to escape reality. At that moment, the doctor entered with a stony face, followed by Stuart, who stood behind him with a bewildered expression. The mother asked eagerly, clutching the doctor’s coat collar, "Tell me, Doctor... how is my daughter? What caused this sudden collapse?"

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