The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 617 Fighting Fire With Fire

Cecelia was lifted onto the operating table.

Tears of despair cascaded from the corners of her eyes like a breached sea.

In that moment of desperation, she found herself foolishly hoping that Xavier would come to her rescue.

However, the man was entirely consumed with rescuing his own son, much like Griselda's relentless pursuit of

extracting my baby's bone marrow. Her gaze suddenly darkened as she clenched her fist

On that fateful day, when she discovered that he was the father of her child, a glimmer of joy briefly flickered within

her. However, before she could fully savor that happiness, he was on the verge of making a cruel decision

regarding her and their unborn baby.

How ironic!

In the past, he had showered her with utmost care and consideration, displaying unwavering concern for their baby.

Her heart gradually grew fond of him, believing he was her true love. However, in the end, she uncovered that it

was all merely a preposterous deception.

She chastised herself for falling victim to her ex-boyfriend's deception in the past and failing to learn from her

previous mistakes. Now, she found herself ensnared once more in a hawk's predatory gaze. She placed the blame

solely on herself for her own blindness and foolishness, holding no one else responsible.

At that moment, Cecelia was bound to the operating table like a puppet. Her body was spread out in a humiliating

manner, and her mouth was tightly sealed with transparent tape, making it nearly impossible for her to utter even

a whimper.

The doctor callously commanded, “Administer the labor-inducing injection to her!”

The icy liquid entered Cecelia's veins, and she remained unaware of the specific drug they used, but its effect was

immediate.

Her belly swiftly became unbearably painful, and she silently writhed on the operating table.

Griselda, coldly observing from the side, grew impatient and asked, “Dr. Baxton, how much longer until she gives

birth like this?”

Maxim, while carefully tidying up the surgical tools, responded with the utmost care, “Ms. Whitman, I used the latest

labor-inducing substance developed abroad on her. Under usual circumstances, it might take one to two hours for

her cervix to fully dilate, but with this medication, it should take no more than half an hour.”

Griselda huffed, her sharp and icy gaze piercing the frail Cecelia, “Half an hour? That's too slow. We should just

perform a cesarean section and take the child directly. How merciful of me!”

“Uh... Uh...” Cecelia winced in agony, her eyes bloodshot with intense hatred. The veins on her forehead bulged as

she wished to disintegrate Griselda with her gaze alone.

Griselda looked down on her condescendingly, using even more malicious words to provoke her, “What's the

matter? Are you daydreaming about when Xavier will come to rescue you? You might as well give up on that idea.

Do you honestly think he ever wanted to be with you? You're just deluding yourself! He knew from the start that

Sammy had leukemia and needed a bone marrow transplant. That's why he casually impregnated some woman

just to save our son. Only a fool like you would believe he's with you because he loves you.”

Griselda's words were akin to a poisoned dagger, relentlessly piercing Cecelia's heart and soul.

The mental torment inflicted was far more agonizing than any physical pain she had endured.

The road was congested with traffic.

The unending line of vehicles ahead caused Xavier to slam his fist forcefully onto the steering wheel in frustration,

repeatedly muttering, “Shit! Shit!”

The intensifying twitch in his right eyelid heightened his sense of foreboding. He hastily dialed Griselda's number,

but the call remained unanswered, repeatedly notifying him of no response.

Determined, he persistently dialed until the call was finally answered.

Without waiting for the other person to speak, he angrily exclaimed, “Griselda, what are you doing? Cecelia is

innocent; any problem should be directed at me! I will find other ways to help Sammy with his illness. Please spare

her!”

A slightly hoarse female voice, tinged with mocking laughter, echoed clearly through the phone, “Xavier, after all

these years of marriage, don't you grasp my intentions? The more you display concern for her, the quicker that

wretched woman will meet her demise! I know you still love me and care about Sammy. Your association with that

woman is nothing but a pretense, isn't it, my dear Hubby?”

Xavier's irritation escalated, “Griselda, I don't want to argue with you. Just release Cecelia, and I'll comply with

whatever you ask...”

Griselda deliberately raised her voice, “Oh? Is that so? Then tell me now, you never loved Cecelia, and it was she

who shamelessly crawled into your bed. You merely wanted to have some fun with her. Eventually, you'll come back

to me and our family. You, me, and Sammy are a genuinely happy family of three. The woman you love the most is

me, Griselda.”

Xavier seethed with fury, even contemplating throwing his phone. “You're utterly unreasonable!”

Surprisingly, Griselda didn't display any anger. Instead, she returned to the operating room and took several photos

of the struggling Cecelia, who was bound to the surgical bed, teetering on the edge of life and death. She sent

those photos to him.

The scenes captured in the photos nearly tore Xavier apart.

Cecelia was bound like a twisted dough strip, her eyes filled with despair and emptiness.

The bedsheet beneath her was drenched in crimson blood, and the agony contorted her delicate face.

Observing Xavier's continued silence, Griselda became even more audacious and issued a threat, “My dear Hubby,

if you persist in defying me, I will simply cut open Cecelia's belly and extract the b*stard inside.”

“Griselda, you...”

Xavier was well aware that Griselda was the most favored princess in the Whitman family, and their connections

with the underworld granted them significant influence. He knew she had always been true to her words.

Apprehensive that any more delay might jeopardize Cecelia's life, he found himself compelled to act contrary to his

initial intentions. Following Griselda's instructions, he stated, “I've never loved Cecelia. Our relationship was purely

for amusement, devoid of any genuine affection. The woman I have always loved the most is you, Griselda, and our

son, Sammy.”

Griselda held the phone near Cecelia's ear.

Listening to Xavier's words on the other end, Cecelia gazed up at the snowy white ceiling. Her vision was blurred by

tears, and she suddenly erupted into silent yet manic laughter.

“Xavier, Griselda, I curse both of you to live a wretched and loveless existence for eternity! Neither of you deserves

genuine love for the rest of your lives!”

Frustrated by the heavily congested road ahead, Xavier's patience wore thin, leading him to decide to leave his car

behind.

He spotted a young man on the non-motorized lane, just unlocking his electric scooter.

Xavier withdrew a thick stack of cash from his wallet and flung it at the young man.

With a bewildered expression, the young man watched as Xavier declared, “I'm buying your scooter!”

Then, without further delay, Xavier swiftly rode away, leaving the young man in disarray in the wind...

Seated in the driver's seat of his sports car, Cayden observed the congested traffic ahead. Upon noticing his usually

composed assistant Xavier hastily driving away in another car, he shook his head. Retrieving his phone, he made a

cold call, “Xander, I need to borrow some people.”

The Whitman family possesses considerable influence, but their background is far from pristine, particularly in

Griselda's case. She has a history of being ruthless and operating outside the bounds of the law. If Xavier were to

confront her head-on, he would undoubtedly face significant setbacks.

The only way to handle such a woman is to fight fire with fire; there's simply no better approach.