# Chapter 566: A Mysterious Visitor in a Hospital Room
Hello everyone, it’s me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 566 of **"The Untouchable Ex Wife"**. This chapter pulls us between sterile hospital walls and the tangled emotions of hearts still healing—both inside and out. We watch a wounded wife, an oblivious husband, a scheming fiancée, and the arrival of a stranger whose presence shifts the atmosphere in an instant. If you think quiet hospital rooms are boring, think again—because secrets, fears, and unspoken truths are about to walk right through that door.
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The arena had barely quieted down after the last cheer when the paramedics swarmed around a crumpled figure on the ground. Renee had pushed herself too far, paid the price with her body, and now lay unconscious, carried swiftly onto the stretcher. The sirens wailed through the streets with a desperate urgency, racing her to the very same hospital where Stefan was recovering.
Francine had been there. She watched the entire competition unfold before her eyes, every twist, every stumble, every agonizing moment when Renee's body gave out. Her heart clenched with worry—not only as a spectator, but as a mother-in-law whose feelings had become complicated over time. She cared for Renee, perhaps more than she ever admitted out loud. Yet when she finally returned to Stefan's private ward, she chose her words carefully. She did not tell him about the accident. She kept that painful truth locked inside, afraid of how he might react.
Francine approached her son's bed, where Stefan lay resting with his eyes closed, his handsome face pale from lingering weakness. He looked peaceful—or at least, as peaceful as a man could look when trapped in a place he hated.
"Son, rest well. I'm going out," Francine said softly, smoothing her elegant coat.
Stefan did not bother opening his eyes. "Go ahead. You don't have to stay with me all the time; I've got a professional caretaker," he replied, his voice flat and indifferent.
To be honest, Stefan found the entire hospital stay worse than prison. His injuries were light. He would heal in a few days, maybe less. But Francine, a mother whose worry often tipped into stubbornness, insisted that he remain under medical observation. Every day felt like a countdown of boredom, frustration, and restlessness—an iron cage disguised as a healing sanctuary.
Francine nodded and quietly slipped out the door, leaving behind a son who preferred solitude to company.
No sooner had she departed than another figure appeared at the doorway. Seraphina stepped in, moving gracefully with a carefully practiced tenderness. Her eyes softened as she looked at Stefan, and her voice was honeyed with concern.
"Stefan, how are you feeling? The weather is nice today. Do you want me to push you out for some fresh air?"
There was a time when she would have said such things lightly, without worry. But ever since their bitter fight—the one where Stefan maddeningly brought up canceling their marriage—Seraphina had been walking on eggshells. Every word she spoke was measured. Every glance she cast was cautious. She no longer dared to provoke him, afraid that he might once again bring up the subject she feared the most: the end of their engagement.
Yet oddly enough, Stefan had seemed to let it go. He no longer asked to break things off. He treated her with a cool politeness that was almost worse than outright anger. But Seraphina clung to that fragile normalcy, convincing herself that as long as he didn't mention cancellation, she still had a chance.
"No, I have a friend who's coming to see me later," Stefan answered aloofly, his tone making it perfectly clear that he didn't want her hovering.
Those simple words hit Seraphina like a splash of cold water. Anxiety twisted inside her stomach. Her hand trembled, and the kettle she was carrying tilted slightly—hot water splashed dangerously near her skin. She barely managed to steady herself, regaining her composure before he could notice anything.
"Which friend? Xavier or Chris?" she asked, forcing a casual tone. Inside, she was burning with curiosity—and insecurity.
Her questions made Stefan frown with displeasure. He turned his head slightly, still not opening his eyes, his voice carrying a sharp edge of irritation.
"Do I have to report to you whenever I meet my friends now?"
Seraphina's cheeks flushed, but she swallowed her discomfort. "No, I'm just curious. I'll be glad if you're meeting Xavier because it's been a while since I last met him. I don't know why he's been so busy lately." She tried to sound lighthearted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear in that practiced, delicate way of hers.
Stefan remained unmoved. "No, I'm not meeting them. You'll know later if you're so curious," he said calmly, leaving the answer hanging in the air like an unfinished question.
Before the silence could become awkward, laughter echoed from outside the ward—bright and full of mischief, completely out of place in the hushed hospital corridor.
"Haha! Stefan, why do we always meet at the hospital?"
The doors swung open, and a man in casual clothes sauntered in, grinning from ear to ear. His eyes crinkled with amusement, and his entire posture radiated an easygoing charm that seemed to lighten the room instantly.
He noticed Seraphina standing near the bed, and his smile turned politely intrigued as he studied her. "Hey, your fiancée is here, too?"
Seraphina's eyes narrowed slightly as she examined him from head to toe. He was unfamiliar—handsome, confident, but someone she had never seen in Stefan's inner circle before.
"You are?" she asked, curiosity and wariness mixing in her voice.
The man adjusted his glasses with a playful flick of his fingers before extending his hand toward her in a respectful, professional manner.
"I'm Owen Wagner, a neurosurgeon."
His introduction hung in the air, carrying with it an unexplainable weight. A neurosurgeon? Why would Stefan be meeting with a brain specialist? Seraphina's mind raced. What did this mysterious visitor really want? And more importantly—what didn't Stefan tell her?
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
Oh, the tension in this chapter is absolutely delicious! I love how the story quietly builds suspense—Francine hiding Renee's accident from Stefan creates a heavy dramatic irony, because we know that once he discovers the truth, all hell is going to break loose. Seraphina's anxiety is so palpable that I can almost feel her carefully constructed world trembling. And then Owen Wagner enters with a bright smile that, to me, hides something far deeper. A neurosurgeon friend appearing out of nowhere? This cannot be an innocent visit! The writing masterfully carries both emotional vulnerability and rising intrigue. I found myself holding my breath through every conversation. This chapter earns a strong rating from me.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
Now that Owen Wagner has arrived, I predict that this "neurosurgeon" friend isn't just a casual hospital visitor. Maybe Owen has secretly been treating Renee—perhaps even before this competition—because her dangerous headaches and collapses are far more serious than anyone imagined. Stefan might have called Owen to gather information about Renee's health without her knowledge, all while pretending to be indifferent. This could lead to Stefan discovering just how badly Renee was injured and finally leaving his hospital bed in a frenzy, shattering his cool facade and throwing Seraphina into a panic. Renee's secret condition may be exposed, forcing everyone to confront painful truths they've all been avoiding.
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