# Chapter 340: The Vanishing Surgeon and the Shadow of a Doomed Plot
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 340 of "The Untouchable Ex Wife" — a chapter where anxiety claws at the walls of a hospital corridor, where a mother's patience unravels into rage, where a woman's tears hide the darkest resolve, and where fate itself seems to conspire in the most sinister way possible. So sit back, settle in, and let me guide you through every heart-pounding moment.
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The corridor of the private hospital was thick with tension, its sterile white walls doing nothing to cool the heat of Francine's mounting fury. She paced back and forth, her heels clicking against the polished floor like a ticking time bomb, her eyes darting to her watch in frantic intervals. Only thirty minutes remained until the surgery — the crucial, life-altering brain surgery that would erase the lies that had haunted her family for far too long — yet the man of the hour, the brilliant Dr. Wagner, was nowhere to be seen.
"Where is Dr. Wagner?" Francine snapped, breaking another stretch of suffocating silence. "There's only half an hour left until the surgery, and he's not here yet. How unprofessional!"
Her voice dripped with venom, her arms crossed tightly across her chest as she glared down the empty hallway. Brain surgeon or not, she fumed inwardly, how dare he neglect the needs of the heir to the Hunt Enterprise? Did the man truly believe his reputation made him untouchable?
A softer voice tried to soothe her frayed nerves. "Let's wait a little while longer, Madam. Dr. Wagner usually arrives right on time. Besides, he only agreed to perform this surgery because of his friendship with Mr. Hunt."
"Hmph!" Francine let out a derisive snort, her eyes narrowing like a hawk spotting prey. "Let's see how great he really is then! He'd better cure my son, or I swear it's the end of him." She huffed and finally sank into a chair in the corridor, forcing herself to swallow her frustration and wait, all the while mentally counting the seconds tick away.
What she didn't know — what she *couldn't* know — was that not far away, in the isolated shadows of the hospital's quieter corners, a very different storm was brewing.
Seraphina stood alone, hidden from prying eyes, allowing her tears to flow freely before she roughly wiped them away. The moment they disappeared, something shifted behind her gaze — a cold chill replaced the sorrow, a calculated gleam taking the place of vulnerability. Her trembling lips pressed into a thin, firm line as she pulled out her phone. Her fingers hovered over the screen before pressing call on an unregistered number.
A dark, quiet thrill ran through her as the line connected. Her voice was barely a whisper, but every word carried the weight of a guillotine blade. "Turns out they don't care about me at all," she murmured, bitterness coating each syllable like poison. "So I don't have to hesitate anymore. Do it — I'll bear the consequences!"
The call ended. Seraphina stood there for a long moment, the cold air seeping into her bones, and in that stillness, something inside her finally broke free. All hesitation, all lingering guilt — gone. She had made her peace. If they would never choose her, then she would make sure they had no choice at all.
Meanwhile, the clock in the corridor crept forward, merciless and unstoppable. The promised time for the surgery arrived and passed. Francine's anxiety curdled into full-blown alarm.
"What's going on?" she demanded, her voice rising with every word as she confronted Elijah. "Why hasn't the surgery started? Dr. Wagner is supposedly the best brain surgeon around, yet he's nowhere to be found! What kind of nonsense is this?"
Elijah, equally unsettled, frowned. "Hmm... Did something go wrong?" He immediately dialed Owen's assistant, pressing the phone to his ear with growing unease. When the call connected, the panicked voice on the other end of the line made his blood run cold. Elijah's eyes widened in horror, the color draining from his face in slow motion.
"What's going on, Elijah?" Francine demanded, her chest tightening as she saw his expression shift. "Where is he? Where's Dr. Wagner?"
Elijah took a deep, shaky breath, visibly steeling himself before he turned to face her. His voice came out hesitant, as if each word were a stone he had to drag from his throat. "Dr. Wagner's assistant said... they've gotten into a car accident. Dr. Wagner is in critical condition."
"What?" Francine gasped, her hand flying to her chest in horror. Her mind reeled, unable to process the devastating news. "What an awful stroke of bad luck — to happen right before the surgery! Are you certain this isn't some excuse because he doesn't want to perform the operation?"
Elijah shook his head firmly, his expression grave and serious. "I don't believe so. Dr. Wagner is a man who always honors his contracts. If he didn't want to do the surgery, he would never have agreed in the first place. He wouldn't have said yes unless he meant it."
Francine's shoulders sagged, a torrent of emotions warring behind her eyes — fear for her son, frustration at the situation, but beneath it all, a sliver of something else: *relief*. As horrible as it sounded, she couldn't help but quietly thank whatever cruel twist of fate had halted the surgery. She knew the risks all too well, knew that any surgical procedure carried the danger of complications, of things going wrong on the table. The thought of her son under the knife had terrified her from the very beginning.
"What should we do now?" Francine murmured, half to herself, a conflicted knot twisting in her stomach. "Should we get Stef out of here?"
Before Elijah could respond, a soft, fragile voice interrupted them.
"Has the surgery started?"
Both of them turned to see Seraphina walking slowly toward them from the far end of the corridor. Her eyes were red and watery, streaked with the telltale signs of recent tears. She looked fragile, remorseful, as if she had been crying her heart out only moments ago.
She stopped in front of them and offered a small, trembling smile. "I'm sorry, Madam Francine. I couldn't control my emotions earlier. But now... I've had time to think, and I realize that this surgery is necessary." She lowered her gaze, her voice barely above a whisper, dripping with selflessness. "He can't go on living a life built on lies. And I wouldn't feel comfortable accepting love that was meant for someone else. I know I need to be more open-minded... I know what I have to do."
Francine sighed, her agitation deepening. She absentmindedly wiped her brow, her voice heavy with exhaustion and stress. "Something happened to the surgeon, Seraphina. I'm afraid the surgery can't be carried out."
The words hung in the air like a dark omen. But underneath Seraphina's soft, sympathetic expression, hidden from the world, a flicker of satisfaction burned in the shadows of her heart.
The stage was set. The doctor was gone. And the pieces were falling exactly where she had planned.
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
Oh, what a gloriously tense chapter! The atmosphere is absolutely suffocating from start to finish — you can practically *feel* Francine's frenzy and the growing dread in the hospital air. And Seraphina! My goodness, she has evolved into a truly chilling character. Watching her wipe away her tears only to make that cold, calculated phone call was bone-chilling. The contrast between her public performance of remorse and her private scheming is executed brilliantly, showing just how far she's fallen. The timing of Dr. Wagner's "accident" is too perfect to be coincidence — Seraphina's involvement feels almost certain, but the author keeps us guessing just enough to keep our hearts pounding. Francine's hidden relief at the cancelled surgery adds such a rich layer of emotional complexity — she fears the surgery, but she also fears her son's future. This chapter masterfully builds tension, raises the stakes sky-high, and leaves us desperate for answers. A phenomenal ride of suspense, betrayal, and emotional turmoil.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
Prepare yourselves, dear readers! The next chapter is bound to deliver explosive drama. Seraphina's web of deception is spinning tighter, but it appears fate still has cards to play. With Dr. Wagner now out of the picture, Stefan's surgery is indefinitely postponed — but at what cost? Will the Hunts rush to find a replacement surgeon in time, or will Seraphina's sabotage reveal itself as cracks begin to form in her carefully constructed mask? Moreover, could Stefan recover his memories from another source before Seraphina finishes cementing her grasp on the Hunt family? There's also the nagging question — who is watching Seraphina's moves? Will someone finally catch on to her schemes, or will her "selfless tears" continue to fool everyone? I predict a desperate race against time, with unexpected alliances forming and long-hidden secrets threatening to surface!
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