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    Lise’s words seemed to snap Jeff back to reality. He dropped his hand and hesitated, casting a troubled look towards the door of the operating room.


    The gravity of the situation hit him hard: Vivian had lost too much blood for the baby to be saved. If the baby survived, Jeff was prepared to sever ties with Sharon without a second thought. But if the baby didn’t make it, he would be left with nothing.


    Lise picked up on his silent struggle, understanding it deeply and intuitively. Choosing between his grown daughter and a five-month-old fetus on the verge of dying was a decision that anyone with a clear head would find obvious.


    In a soothing tone, Lise said, “Dad, I know this must be because of that woman. If you’re willing to fix things with Mom, we can still keep the family together.”


    Sharon spat angrily on the floor, her eyes zing with fury.


    “Ha! You really think I’d stay married to him? Not a chance! Jeff Bailey, I’ll never divorce you. Even if it’s myst act, I’ll make sure you and that woman never get a chance to be together. You’ll never marry her as long as I’m alive.”


    Jeff had fought with her angrily over that woman, even raising his hand against her. The strain was too much for Sharon to bear. She had no intention of divorcing; instead, she was driven by a desire for revenge. She wanted to see both her deceitful husband and the other woman suffer.


    Jeff, his face etched with frustration, clutched his hair and copsed onto a nearby bench, wordless and defeated.


    As his rage subsided, rity began to return. In the chaos of watching Vivian in pain and bleeding, he had lost his grip on reason. He knew he could have handled things much better.


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    Jeff stayed silent, but Sharon’s anger red. Her eyes burned with hatred and scorn.


    “If I hadn’t exposed that woman, you’d have let her give birth and then fight Lise for the Bailey family’s fortune, right? That’s not happening. If that woman survives this time, I’ll make sure she doesn’t get a single thing!”


    “Make sure she doesn’t get so lucky next time,” Sharon’s cutting words left Lise trembling with rage, almost making her copse.


    Lise was stunned by Sharon’s recklessness, feeling a deep frustration. Threats were pointless—what mattered now was seizing control of the situation.


    With Jeff wavering, Lise saw a crucial opportunity to negotiate. If Sharon continued acting out, things might turn against them entirely.


    Tightly clenching her fists, Lise stepped forward and pulled Sharon aside with determination. Sharon fought back, her frustration clear as she tried to wrench free. Frowning deeply, she snapped, “Why are you dragging me away? I’m ready to confront that woman and make her pay!”


    Lise stared at Sharon, bewildered. It was as if Sharon were disconnected from reality.


    Lise struggled to keep herposure. Taking a deep breath, she said, “Calm down, Mom. Do you want them to pay? Do you want the Bailey family to rise back on top?” Sharon’s eyes zed with resolve as she retorted, “Of course I do! But look at the mess we’re in now. Even if it sends me to hell, I’ll make sure they go down with me!”


    As Sharon charged toward Jeff again, Lise acted quickly to block her way.


    After a weary sigh, Lise said, “Making a scene won’t help. It’ll only drive him further into that woman’s arms. Trust me, Mom. Just stay quiet and watch what I can do. I have plenty of ns to get Dad to leave her.”


    Even though Lise had arrivedte, she still vividly remembered Vivian’s look. With a single nce, Lise had seen through Vivian’s motives. She was using her youth, beauty, and the baby she carried to secure a marriage with Jeff. Lise had done the same thing many times before, and she knew exactly how to handle such women.


    Sharon, frowning deeply, fell silent as she considered her options. Realizing that creating a scene would only make things worse and embarrass the Bailey family, Sharon finally said, “Fine, I’ll do what you say. But you have to make sure they pay for this.”


    Lise nodded, a sense of relief washing over her. Before she could say more, the doors to the operating room swung open.


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