Lydia had been protected from the moment she was born. Her father was the infamous Mafia Kingpin who ruled over Dunmire, his influence woven through countless industries, and Lydia was his only daughter. Yet even that level of power could not shield her completely. She survived countless k********g attempts growing up, and at sixteen, she lost her mother forever. Afterward, she broke ties with her father and returned to the country alone. She enrolled at Westbridge Medical University in the South, became a doctor, and eventually fell in love with Ethan, the city's most celebrated young surgical prodigy. Ethan had entered Westbridge Medical University's gifted youth program at twelve, completed his doctorate by eighteen, and quickly risen to become one of the city's top surgeons. To Lydia, he was everything her father was not: gentle, kind, dependable, and deeply devoted to both his patients and his family. When Lydia suffered through painful periods, Ethan would pull her cold feet against his stomach to warm them. When she worked overnight shifts, he stayed awake beside her until dawn. And after she became pregnant, he was so overjoyed that he practically told every doctor and patient in the hospital, "I'm going to be a father." Lydia truly believed they would stay this happy forever. Then Vivian was admitted to the hospital. It was the first time Lydia had ever seen Ethan lose control. The moment he heard Vivian's name, he rushed out of the office as though he had gone mad. Yet when he finally reached her hospital room, he stopped himself from entering and simply stood outside the glass door, his body trembling faintly as he stared at the woman inside with unmistakable longing in his eyes. Lydia immediately sensed something was wrong, but Ethan only explained patiently, "Vivian and I were classmates back then. Focus on your pregnancy and don't overthink things." After becoming Vivian's attending physician, Ethan gradually started leaving home earlier and coming back later each night. Lydia wanted to question him further, but her pregnancy had become unstable, and she eventually decided to schedule an early C-section instead. That day, she received her latest prenatal test results and planned to discuss the surgery with Ethan. But the moment she reached his office door, Ethan suddenly burst out from inside before she even had the chance to enter. Lydia slammed hard into the wall, caught completely off guard, and instantly felt warmth spreading between her legs. Her water had broken. "Honey... hurry and take me to the operating room..." Panicked, Lydia reached toward Ethan, but before she could finish speaking, he violently slapped her hand away. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at her with terrifying fury. "What did you do to Vivian?" Lydia could not even process the accusation. What could she possibly have done to Vivian? But the violent pain twisting through her abdomen left her unable to think clearly. Cold sweat poured down her forehead as she clutched her stomach in agony. "Honey... Ethan..." "If anything happens to Vivian, I'll never forgive you." Ethan looked at her coldly before turning and hurrying away without another glance. Lydia collapsed against the wall while blood and fluid soaked the floor beneath her. In the end, it was only a passing nurse who rushed her into the operating room. By then, wave after wave of brutal contractions were already tearing through her body. She gripped the bedsheets tightly, trembling from the pain, before forcing out a weak question. "Where did Ethan go...?" The nurse was drenched in sweat herself as she answered anxiously, "The patient in Room 432 attempted suicide. Dr. Walker went to see her. Dr. Lancaster, please hang in there!" The words struck Lydia like a blow. Room 432 was Vivian's room. She clenched her teeth, drew in a trembling breath, and forced herself to endure the pain alone.