The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 576

The nurse's panicked French detonated like a bomb in the hallway.

"Arrêt cardiaque—"

Cardiac arrest.

Before anyone could even react, Evelyn sprinted toward the operating room.

Sebastian lunged forward, grabbing her arm in a vice grip.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going in." Evelyn's voice was tight, her eyes locked onto the OR doors. "I'm performing the surgery."

Sebastian didn't let go.

"You're pregnant."

"I know."

"You know, and yet—"

"Time is running out." Evelyn tried to wrench her arm free, but couldn't. She turned back to glare at him, and the fierce fire in her eyes made Sebastian's fingers flinch. "Louis is in cardiac arrest right now. You want me to just stand here and wait? Wait for a bunch of strangers to practice on him?"

Sebastian's Adam's apple bobbed.

"You don't work at this hospital. You don't have the credentials here—"

"I do." Evelyn cut him off, whipping out her phone from her bag. She swiped a few times and shoved it toward him. "My international medical license. Valid across Europe. Certification under Dr. Rose. Is that enough?"

Sebastian stared at the glowing credentials on the screen but said nothing.

Evelyn had already snatched her phone back.

She pivoted on her heel and marched toward the nurses' station. The sharp clack of her heels against the floor struck with undeniable authority.

A middle-aged doctor in a white coat poked his head out of an office near the OR, looking utterly exasperated. He had just heard the nurse yell about the cardiac arrest and was preparing to rush in when he saw a woman striding directly toward him.

"Who are you? Family members are strictly forbidden—"

"I am Evelyn Sullivan." She didn't break her stride. "Cardiothoracic surgeon. Dr. Rose. I am entering that operating room."

The doctor froze. "What?"

Evelyn shoved her phone screen directly into his face.

It was in French. She had already toggled the language settings.

The doctor's eyes scanned the display, his pupils dilating in shock.

"You are—"

"Medical consultant for The Charles Group. Guest professor at Harvard Medical School. Board-certified specialist with the European Association for Cardio-Thoracic Surgery." Evelyn fired off the titles in one breath, each word hammering down like a nail. "Am I qualified enough?"

The doctor's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

Evelyn pocketed her phone.

"The patient is in active cardiac arrest. Every second you waste standing out here brings him closer to death." She glared at the doctor. "Let me through."

The doctor hesitated for a fraction of a second before stepping aside.

Evelyn marched past him.

"Evelyn," Sebastian called out from behind.

She stopped but didn't look back.

"Be careful," his voice was thick with suppressed emotion.