Chapter 4: The Signature on the Surgical Notice is Alexander Smith

White, the special assistant, pushed his glasses up, a look of helplessness on his face. "President Smith, I just received the news myself. It definitely wasn't our people."

If it wasn't the Smith family, then it must be the Turner family. Alexander Smith immediately dialed Isabella Turner's number. Before the soft and sweet greeting could finish on the other end, Alexander Smith interrupted, "Isabella Turner, you better explain what happened in the Anderson family today."

Isabella Turner chuckled, "Isn't this the result President Smith wanted to see? I've done such a big favor for President Smith. How does President Smith plan to thank me?"

With a stern expression, Alexander Smith gravely said, "It seems Miss Turner is dissatisfied with me as a partner. Very well, I am equally dissatisfied." After speaking, he hung up the phone. Just as he was about to instruct White to terminate all cooperation with the Turner family, his phone received a photo.

In the photo, Jessica Turner lay unconscious in Daniel Anderson's arms, presumably in a hospital setting. Powerless, Alexander Smith sank back into his chair, speechless for a while. Christopher Anderson was gone, and Jessica Turner, would she come back?

Hospital Room

Jessica Turner, lying on the hospital bed, looked pale even in her unconscious state, her brows furrowed in unease.

Daniel Anderson sat by the bedside, holding Jessica Turner's hand tightly. His gaze, profound and unmoving, stared at the figure on the bed for a long time, emotions swirling in his eyes, difficult to discern.

Without Christopher Anderson's care, without the protection of the Anderson family, and without the entanglement with Alexander Smith, Jessica Turner, having lost everything, would she come to him?

At that moment, a nurse entered, handing a medical report to Daniel Anderson. "Mr. Anderson, Miss Turner shows signs of a threatened miscarriage. She needs to rest, and her emotions should not be too agitated. Please comfort her."

After delivering the message, the nurse left, leaving Daniel Anderson shocked and angry. The thin medical report was almost crumpled in his hands, and the anger in his eyes seemed to materialize.

"Alexander Smith, how dare you—"

His Jessica Turner, the Jessica Turner he didn't even dare to touch lightly, the Jessica Turner he worshipped like a goddess, was carrying the child of that beast Alexander Smith.

His only thought was that the child couldn't be kept.

Giving a deep glance at Jessica Turner, who was still unconscious, Daniel Anderson stood up and left the room.

When Jessica Turner woke up, it was already two in the afternoon. The nurse came in to change her medicine, leaving a surgical notice on the side.

"What's this?" Jessica Turner pointed to the surgical notice and asked.

Glancing at it, the nurse explained, "This is a surgery arranged by Mr. Smith for you. He says your current physical condition is not suitable for pregnancy, so he scheduled a painless abortion for you at four o'clock this afternoon."

Jessica Turner grabbed the surgical notice, and the space for a family member's signature was clearly signed with Alexander Smith's name, his handwriting.

Her heart felt as if it had been pierced by a thousand arrows, making it difficult to breathe. Tears, uncontrollably, welled up in her eyes. In her mind, the scene of their first time together resurfaced—the passionate kisses, his charming voice saying, "Jessica Turner, give me a child, a daughter who looks like you, soft and delicate."

She desperately shook her head, trying to push him away, "No, I haven't graduated yet."

He chuckled softly, holding her rosy, moist lips, his unclear words drowned in the tide of emotions. "Then wait until you graduate before giving birth. I want two daughters."

Tears fell on the surgical notice, on that vigorous and forceful signature. Suddenly, she cried out, "What does he think he is? Why does he have the right to arrange surgery for me?" She tore the surgical notice into pieces, as shattered as her heart at the moment.

Daniel Anderson rushed in, embracing the emotionally distressed Jessica Turner, patting her gracefully contoured back, soothing her softly, "It's alright, it's alright, with me here, no one can hurt you—or your child."

In Daniel Anderson's ears echoed the doctor's words.

Miss Turner is physically weak. Surgery at this time may damage the foundation, resulting in infertility consequences. If she takes good care of herself for a while, the situation may improve, and the risks of surgery will be much lower later.

So, he let her wake up to see that surgical notice.

Instead of performing the surgery while she was unconscious.

For Jessica Turner's well-being, let that child, who shouldn't have appeared in the first place, live a little longer.

At that moment, a figure appeared at the door. After seeing the person's face clearly, an extremely intense anger surged in his eyes.

The girl he held in his hands, cherished with all his might, was actually arranged for surgery by Alexander Smith—

And at this moment, Alexander Smith also saw the man and woman huddled together in the ward, suddenly unable to control his rage. He kicked open the partially closed door of the ward.

Seeing Alexander Smith, thinking of the child in her belly, thinking of the surgical notice, Jessica Turner's body trembled, like leaves in a storm.

Daniel Anderson, concerned, patted her back, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. Wait for me here."

Releasing Jessica Turner, Daniel Anderson stepped forward to meet Alexander Smith, pulling him out of the ward, then without a word, raised his hand in a fist towards Alexander Smith's face.

Alexander Smith, holding back an unnamed anger, especially thinking of this guy holding Jessica Turner just now, wanted to beat him up.

The two struggled in the hospital corridor, stirring up chaos. In the end, they were directly kicked out by hospital security.

Outside the hospital, the two sat on the edge of a flower bed made of blue stones, each wiping the bloodstains from their lips and foreheads.

Daniel Anderson glanced at Alexander Smith, calmly saying, "The Anderson family is gone, my father is dead. You should be satisfied now. Please don't appear in front of Jessica Turner in the future."

Alexander Smith frowned, turned to look at Daniel Anderson, a mysterious expression on his face. Suddenly, he said, "With your means, you should know that what happened today wasn't done by me."

Daniel Anderson snorted coldly, "Whether you personally did it or used the Turner family, what's the difference?"

Alexander Smith stared at Daniel Anderson, his expression unreadable. Suddenly, he said, "I never expected that Jessica Turner's most trusted brother would have such thoughts about her. Does Jessica Turner know?"

Daniel Anderson snorted, "I also didn't expect that the mighty Alexander Smith would develop real feelings for a pawn."

Alexander Smith shook his head, "Developing real feelings is impossible. Before I get bored, Jessica Turner can only be mine."

Daniel Anderson suddenly stood up, a strong killing intent radiating from him, and he punched Alexander Smith in the face. "Watch your mouth."

Alexander Smith dodged the punch, but without showing weakness, he threw a punch back, angrily saying, "Clean up your mind. Don't day

dream about things you can't have. Jessica Turner is my woman."

Just as the two were about to fight again, a voice suddenly sounded, "Miss Turner, why are you here?"

The two quickly separated, turning to look, only to see Jessica Turner running away in the distance.

Daniel Anderson caught up with the nurse who had been following Jessica Turner and asked urgently, "Where is she going?"

The nurse replied anxiously, "I heard her telling the taxi driver to go to the funeral home. Mr. Anderson, Miss Turner right now—"

Daniel Anderson interrupted her, "I know, I will take care of her. Thank you." The nurse was observant and immediately changed the subject, "Mr. Anderson, Miss Turner's emotions are not good. It's not good for her to be like this. Please comfort her."

Daniel Anderson nodded, "Thank you." The nurse also nodded and left, turning back to the hospital.

After the nurse left, Daniel Anderson ignored Alexander Smith and walked directly to the hospital parking lot.

Alexander Smith also ignored Daniel Anderson and headed towards his car with large strides.