Chapter 6

As I lay on the cold operating table, a dull pain began to stir in my stomach.

It felt like something was gripping me tightly.

I couldn't tell if it was because my child sensed the threat of death.

My heart ached.

This reaction made me sit up.

I thought to myself, "Forget it, I can't bear to do this. What did the child do wrong?"

"Doctor, I..."

Before I could finish, a strong hand pushed me back onto the bed.

The doctor's eyes, the only part visible of his face, seemed oddly familiar.

He picked up a gleaming surgical knife.

When I saw the name tag on his chest that read "Dr. Denton," I froze.

A devilish whisper echoed in my ear. "Ms. Jensen, I'm beginning to suspect you're trying to murder my child."

"The surgery is on hold. I'll need your cooperation for further investigation."