# Chapter 640: The Surgeon Who Disappeared at the Worst Possible Moment
Hello, dearest readers and listeners! It’s me again! How have you all been doing? I hope your hearts are ready, because today’s chapter is packed with tension, hidden schemes, and a twist no one saw coming. We’re walking straight into the cold, sterile corridors of the hospital, where every second counts and every smile may be hiding a knife. So sit back, take a deep breath, and let’s dive together into Chapter 640 of *The Untouchable Ex Wife*.
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Francine did not bother to hide her irritation. She tapped her watch with a sharply manicured nail, eyes narrowed and lips pressed into a disapproving pout. Brain surgeon or not, how dare this Dr. Wagner make the heir of Hunt Enterprise wait? Her patience had already left the building ten minutes ago.
Standing nearby, Elijah tried his best to calm her nerves. He spoke in a diplomatic tone, carefully choosing his words. “Let’s wait a little while longer. Dr. Wagner usually arrives right on time—and besides, he only agreed to perform this surgery because of his friendship with Mr. Hunt.”
Those words did nothing to appease Francine. She lifted her chin, sniffed, and huffed in defiance. “Hmph! We’ll see just how great he really is then! That doctor had better cure my son, or I swear—it’s over for him.”
She crossed her arms and sat stiffly in the corridor, forcing herself to swallow her fury and wait like a common patient. The nerve of some people, she thought. The world was truly going to pieces.
But while Francine simmered in her anger, another storm was brewing in a more isolated corner of the hospital. Seraphina stood alone, and the moment she believed no one was watching, the tears she had been shedding for appearances dried into something far colder. Her face hardened. Her gaze turned sharp as broken glass.
She looked down at her phone, fingers steady, and dialed a number that was not registered in any official system—a number that existed only for moments like this.
“Turns out they don’t care about me at all,” she whispered, her voice low and venomous, full of bitterness she had long swallowed. “So I don’t have to hesitate anymore. Do it—I’ll bear the consequences!”
There was no tremor in her voice. No hesitation. Just the quiet click of a phone being placed down, and the heavy weight of an irreversible decision.
Back in the corridor, the clock continued to tick. The minutes passed in tense silence. Finally, the scheduled time for the surgery arrived and slipped away. Dr. Wagner still had not shown his face.
Francine’s patience finally snapped. She rose to her feet and demanded, "What is the meaning of this? Isn't he going to start the surgery now? They call him the best brain surgeon around, and yet he’s nowhere to be found! Does he think my family has nothing better to do than wait for him all day?”
“Hmm…” Elijah’s brows knitted together in concern. “Did something go wrong?”
He quickly called Dr. Wagner’s assistant. The moment the call connected, a panicked, trembling voice reached his ear. Elijah’s expression shifted from confusion to disbelief, then to open shock as his eyes widened.
“What’s going on, Elijah?” Francine demanded, stepping toward him. “Where is he? Tell me!”
Elijah took a deep, shaky breath and turned to face her. He spoke reluctantly, as if the words were burning his tongue. “Dr. Wagner’s assistant said… they got into a car accident. Dr. Wagner is now in critical condition.”
Francine’s face went pale. “What?” Horror flooded her eyes, but confusion quickly mixed with indignation. “What bad luck, happening right before the surgery! Is this some kind of excuse because he changed his mind at the last second? Is he hiding behind a lie because he doesn’t want to do the surgery?”
“I don’t think so,” Elijah replied, shaking his head gravely. “Dr. Wagner is a man who always follows the contract. If he didn’t want to perform the surgery, he would have told us directly. He wouldn’t agree to it only to run away.”
A strange feeling settled inside Francine. Her heart was divided. Publicly, she expressed alarm and disappointment. Privately, however, she could not help but let out a silent sigh of relief. If the surgery could not take place, then her son would not have to go under the knife any time soon. He would not have to face all those terrible risks.
“What should we do now?” Francine murmured, her voice uncertain. “Should we get Stef out of here?” She was secretly comforted by the fact that the surgery had been halted, even if fate had arranged it through a tragedy. “I’m glad because it’s less risky… but Stef may get mad. He will definitely not let this go quietly.”
Before they could decide what to do next, Seraphina appeared at the other end of the corridor, walking toward them with hesitant steps. Her eyes were red and watery, as if she had just finished weeping and was barely holding herself together. She bowed her head slightly as she approached.
“Has the surgery started?” Seraphina asked softly. “I’m sorry, Madam Francine. I couldn’t control my emotions earlier. But now I realize this surgery is necessary. He can’t keep living a life built on lies, and I wouldn’t be comfortable accepting love that was meant for someone else. I know I should be more open-minded…”
Her voice trembled—so humble, so full of learned remorse. It was an Oscar-worthy performance.
But Francine simply sighed, looking agitated. “Something happened to the surgeon,” she said. Her gaze was fixed on the operating room doors, distant and worried. “I’m afraid the surgery can’t be carried out now.”
Seraphina took a step closer. Then another. She reached out and gently embraced Francine, patting her back in a soothing, reassuring manner.
“Don’t be upset, Madam Francine—this may actually be a good thing.” Her voice was gentle, almost saintly. “Now Stefan doesn’t have to take so many risks. It’s meant to be, don’t you think?”
For a moment, Francine’s body stiffened. There was something about the calmness in Seraphina’s tone that prickled at the back of her neck. Not sadness. Not fear. Recovery—served with a smile.
Francine pulled back slightly, studying the young woman’s face. “I’m not sad,” she admitted slowly, “but I find it strange that the doctor got into an accident right before the surgery… very strange indeed.”
She cast one last glance at the operating room, her breathing shallow. Something told her this was not a coincidence. And sure enough, she was right.
“Stef will be furious when he finds out about this,” Francine added, her voice dropping to a whisper. “And when he does, he’ll definitely look into it.”
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Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
This chapter is a masterclass in hidden intentions and dramatic irony. Watching Francine’s surface concern clash with her secret relief adds delicious tension, while Seraphina’s cold-hearted phone call and her sudden return as the “caring, repentant” woman is both chilling and frustrating. We know the truth—she orchestrated this mess—but the other characters are still dancing in the dark beneath her lies. The timing is perfect, and the suspense is nail-biting. I love how the chapter plants seeds that are guaranteed to explode into a full investigation later.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
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Next Chapter Prediction
Now that Seraphina has set her dangerous wheels in motion, I predict the next chapter will show Stefan’s temper igniting when he wakes to discover his surgery was sabotaged. He won’t accept the “accident” as random—he will start digging into Dr. Wagner’s sudden crash, and every trace will lead back to that unregistered call. Francine’s suspicion is already awakened, and if she begins to pry, Seraphina’s perfect mask might begin to crack. The question is whether Seraphina can stay one step ahead—or whether one overlooked detail will ruin her forever.
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