Unloved Unwanted Unstoppable (Seraphina and Dominic) novel Chapter 1

Seraphina Sinclair lay on the operating table, feeling as if every drop of blood had been drained from her body.

The glaring surgical lights blinded her, but she forced her eyes open, staring fixedly at the door.

Half an hour ago, she had been picking Lily up from kindergarten when the accident happened.

When the car barreled toward them, she shoved her daughter out of the way.

Her daughter was saved, but Seraphina was sent flying, collapsing in a pool of blood, unable to get up.

Now, she was in the hospital.

Her emergency bed was completely unattended, and her daughter was nowhere to be seen.

She had no idea if Lily was safe, or if she had been hurt in the fall...

She struggled to sit up and check on her daughter, but her body felt pinned to the mattress. Every slight movement brought a suffocating wave of agony.

"Mom..."

She thought she heard her daughter crying.

Seraphina choked up. Just as she was about to call out, chaotic footsteps echoed from beyond the curtain.

"Doctor, over here. Hurry."

It was Dominic Lockwood, her husband.

His voice was as aloof as ever, though laced with a rare, barely detectable urgency.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lily's sweet voice chimed in. "Doctor, you're going the wrong way! It's not over there, it's here..."

Seraphina's heart skipped a beat.

She summoned every last ounce of strength to pull back the curtain.

Her husband and daughter were dragging a doctor toward the adjacent bed.

"But the patient in room one is in critical condition. I need to prioritize—"

When she finally woke up, two days had passed.

Seraphina opened her eyes to an empty hospital room. There was still no one there.

She twitched her fingers. Her entire body ached intensely, feeling as though she had been torn apart and roughly stitched back together.

Glancing down, she saw herself wrapped in thick gauze. Her arm was in a cast, and so was her leg.

She was incredibly thirsty. There was a glass of water on the nightstand. She reached for it, her fingertips brushing against the glass, but she lacked the strength to actually pick it up.

She tried to sit up, but a sharp, excruciating pain instantly coated her in a cold sweat, and she fell heavily back onto the bed.

Someone was walking past her door. Just as she was about to call out for help, she overheard a fragmented conversation.

"That Ms. Lennox in the VIP suite is so lucky. She just scraped her finger, but Mr. Lockwood arranged the best medical team for her. He even flew in specialists from abroad..."

"I know, right? And that little girl, she's only about five, right? She personally fed Ms. Lennox her soup. She was so worried about burning her that she blew on every spoonful before feeding her. I was genuinely touched watching them."

"By the way, is that Ms. Lennox actually Mrs. Lockwood? The Lockwood father and daughter treat her so well, they look exactly like a family."