Chapter 742 I’ll See Who Dares
Carl was the first to speak. “How’s Wyatt holding up?” Then he muttered, “A child without a father isn’t ideal.”
Victor scoffed. “Hardly a problem. There are plenty of men eager to play father.”
Jordan froze, eyes flashing with alarm. He quickly turned and bolted toward Wyatt’s operating room. These people really were plotting to strip the father and keep the child. He had to warn Wyatt.
Jordan banged on the operating room door. “Wyatt! Wyatt! It’s urgent!” The door cracked open. A nurse poked her head out, scolding, “This is a surgery in progress! You can’t just shout like that!” “I know, I know,” Jordan said quickly, but he forced his way inside. He shouted past her, “Wyatt! Wyatt! They’re scheming out here—saying they want to cut you out, take your daughter as their own. They’re waiting for you to die so they can be her stepdaddies!”
The nurse shoved him back furiously. “Are you insane? Do you know what you’re doing, yelling that in the middle of an operation?” “Tch. Fine, fine, I’ll leave…” Jordan muttered. But just as the nurse turned to close the door, a pale, bloodstained hand shot out, gripping the frame.
The nurse froze. She turned back, wide-eyed, to see the tall figure standing there. His hair was damp with sweat, his body trembling from blood loss, but his gaze was razor-sharp. Wyatt. His voice was raw, low, each word bitten out: “What did you just say? Say it again.”
Jordan: “…”
Outside Yunice’s operating room, hurried footsteps thundered closer. Heads turned in shock. Wyatt appeared, shoulders draped in a coat, his expression dark, dangerous, every step radiating fury. Victor jerked to his feet instinctively, eyes sweeping Wyatt up and down. How could he even be standing after such injuries—let alone look this fierce?
Before he could think, the words slipped out. “Wyatt, what are you doing here?” Wyatt’s reply was slow, deliberate, steel in every syllable. “I came to see who dares lay a hand on my daughter.” The hall went silent.
Freya dragged a hand down her face. “Wyatt, you really are impossible.” Wyatt’s glare fixed on Victor, his look sharp, mocking. “Impossible? For some people, being kept in line is necessary.”
Victor stiffened. “Besides,” he shot back, “it’s not up to you. Only Yunice decides. And she’s barely four months along—yet you keep calling it a daughter. What, if it’s a boy, you’ll throw him away?” Wyatt snorted coldly. “Save your games. Son or daughter, they’re mine.”
Laurie finally snapped. “Enough! The lot of you, stop embarrassing yourselves. None of this matters right now. Your words mean nothing.” Wyatt fell silent, then moved to the door of Yunice’s operating room. His face was drawn, but his voice betrayed his worry. “How is she?”
Laurie, seeing how pale he was, softened. “Joe came out earlier. Said she’s stable. Margaret starved her for a day and the bleeding triggered contractions. It’s a miracle the baby held on. Yunice is tough–tougher than most. Otherwise, the shock alone would’ve ended it.” Carl muttered, “One child is enough.”
Wyatt nodded. That was all he wanted too. After a pause, he asked, “When will she be out?” Laurie replied, “Joe said she needs observation. A day at least before she’s moved to a ward. She’s stronger than you right now. You should worry about yourself—you’re the one who might keel over and scare her half to death.”
“Will I?” Wyatt asked flatly. Laurie gave him a look. “You want me to slap you?”
The operating room door opened. Joe stepped out, startled to see them all clustered there. “Why are you still waiting? Go home, all of you. She’s fine—truly fine. Don’t waste your strength loitering here. If Yunice comes out and you’re all collapsed in the hall, what use is that?” Checking his watch, he added, “Tomorrow morning, nine o’clock, she’ll be moved to a care ward. Wait for her there if you must.”
“Fine. Let’s get some rest,” Freya said, taking charge, tugging Carl along. Gill lingered to the last. “Sir.” “Go,” Wyatt told him.
Gill hesitated. “Yunice hasn’t eaten properly for days. If she could have oats from that shop by the school…” “I’ll get them. Come early tomorrow,” Wyatt said. Gill nodded. He knew Wyatt would make sure Yunice got the comfort food she craved.