Chapter 52

"I'm Zachary Slate. Irene is slightly hurt, and she's having surgery right now," Zachary answered—he was standing right outside the operating room. Sheryl felt as if her heart had stopped right then. "What happened? Did my daughter get hurt?" "Yes," Zachary replied. Flustered and anxious, Sheryl quickly asked, "Which hospital?" "Central Hospital at the Second Militarized Zone." "Okay, I got it." Sherly hung up, and promptly hailed a taxi to head there. … On the surgical table, Irene caught the scrubs of the doctor who would be operating on her. "Can you save my baby?" She had already been screened, and while it was confirmed that she had suffered a miscarriage, one of the twins could still be saved. "Are you sure you want to keep it?" Irene's cheeks were as white as a sheet, and her lips were dry and bleeding. "I'm sure," she answered hoarsely. "I'm counting on you." "I'll do my best," the doctor replied. Zachary was a thoracic surgeon, so he had to get the best obstetr