The assistant didn't respond, but his tone was very anxious as he spoke. "Tom, the doctor said that five days ago, your wife called him, saying she was experiencing difficult labor and that she and the child were on the brink of death."
"Didn't you hear me tell you to get back here?" Tom roared.
"Tom … "
Tom hung up the phone while the assistant kept calling out to him repeatedly.
He was furious, like a raging beast, overturning the table in front of him.
After a long silence, he took out his phone again and gave the order, "Arrange an adoption banquet for tomorrow. From that day forward, Dina's son will be my biological child, Tom Lynch's only son. Also, buy a diamond ring for me. I'm going to propose to Miss Dawson. And I want all of this to take place at the hospital!"
That night, Tom and Dina tangled together passionately on that small bed.
Early the next morning, he pushed her away and called the hospital. "Has your Dr. Whitaker not made a single sound since he heard I was going to propose to another woman?"
The one who answered the phone was still that young nurse. This time, she hung up the phone without saying a word.