Lahat ng Kabanata ng Surgeon's Revenge: From Ex Wife To Country's Best Doctor : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 107

Scarlett's POV "Ashfield." My voice came out very quiet. "Who is it?"There was a pause on her end. The kind that made my stomach twist into knots. I heard her shift papers, maybe rub her eyes. She'd probably been up all night too."His name is Jason Harris."The name landed flat. Nothing. No flash of recognition, no old memory slamming into me. "I don't know that name." I shook my head even though she couldn't see it. "Never heard it.""You wouldn't," Ashfield said. ""Most people wouldn't. He wasn't exactly the type who made headlines."Spencer moved closer, touching my arm lightly. I turned slightly toward him and put the phone on speaker and set it on the bed between us."Eleven years ago, Jason Harris was the one who caused the accident," Ashfield kept going, voice low like she was afraid the walls had ears. "The crash that sent your car off the bridge into the river."I froze. The room tilted for a second. My free hand shot out and grabbed the edge of the dresser so I wouldn't

Calista's POV I'd been pacing since midnight.I couldn't sit still if my life depended on it. My heels kept clicking across the hardwood floor in the living room, back and forth, wearing down that expensive rug I bought last year when I still thought money could fix everything. The phone burned a hole in my hand. I checked it for the hundredth time. Nothing from Jason, not a single text or call since that last short conversation where he'd said he was "handling the evidence room" in that flat voice of his. Michael wouldn't stop texting. "We need an exit plan now," Walden was worse. Three voice notes already, his voice cracking like a scared kid, asking if we should just run and disappear before everything blew up in our faces.Konrad was the typical dead silence. The man only remembered I existed when he needed me to clean up one of his messes. Right now I felt completely alone in this too-big condo, the walls pressing in, the silence screaming. My stomach was in knots. I tossed the

Scarlett's POV By nine in the morning there were two federal agents in the corridor outside our apartment and a third in an unmarked car on the street below.I knew because I'd counted them.Ashfield had called at nine to inform us about them. I'd spent the next hour standing in the kitchen watching the street while Spencer made breakfast and made sure Aiden took his medication. He ate half his toast and went back to the couch with the formation diagram that had been on the coffee table. Valeria kissed my cheek at the door, picked up her bag and walked out with a federal agent in an unmarked car behind the school bus."You're doing the window thing again," Aiden said from the couch."I'm having my coffee," I said."You've been having your coffee for forty minutes," he said. "The mug's been empty for about two minutes now."I looked at the mug and he was right. I put the mug in the sink and stood there looking at the street below for another minute anyway. A black sedan was parked two

Spencer's POV I watched the last of them leave.Carson packed his equipment without looking at any of us and walked out and Ashfield gave Scarlett a short nod, phone already at her ear before the door clicked shut. The federal techs finished bagging the soil samples from the sunflower patch and drove off in that plain van they all used. The apartment went quiet in a way that felt heavier than the noise had been.I stayed by the kitchen window while Scarlett was still outside.She stood at the edge of Valeria’s patch with her arms crossed hard under her chest, staring at the empty spot where one stem used to be. The rest of the flowers leaned a little in the late light. She didn’t move, didn’t shift her weight. Just stood there like the missing flower had ripped something open that she couldn’t close again.I knew that look.I’d seen it on trauma patients in the private clinic years ago,people who’d survived the wreck but never really left the moment it happened. Bodies present. Heads