# Chapter 642: A Mother's Desperate Gamble
Hello everyone, it’s me again! How are you all doing? Today, I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 642 of *The Untouchable Ex Wife*. This is a chapter where hope and fear walk hand in hand through the cold, sterile corridors of a hospital—where a mother’s heart wavers between superstition and love, and where the knife’s edge of brain surgery could change everything. So grab a seat, settle in, and let’s step into the tense waiting room together.
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The moment Francine heard the news that Stefan had already entered the operating room, her heart lifted and then immediately plummeted. She pressed her palms together tightly, as if that alone could weave a protective shield around her son. Her lips moved in a desperate, whispered prayer: “God, protect him, I beg you... As long as he’s safe, I’ll do my best to separate him from Renee!”
Those words hung in the air like a bitter promise. Elijah, standing nearby, frowned deeply. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Just moments ago, Francine had agreed to let the surgery proceed without meddling in Stefan’s life. Now, she was already bargaining with heaven—using her own son’s future happiness as the price.
“Madam, why do you want to break up the couple after you agreed to the surgery? Didn’t you say that you wouldn’t meddle in his life anymore, and you’ll let him make his own decisions?” Elijah asked, his tone cautious but confused.
Francine turned to him, her eyes earnest yet conflicted. “I did say that, but a fortune teller told me that they’re incompatible, and they’ll be in serious trouble if they get together. So, I’ve got to be the villain here to keep them safe.”
Elijah could hardly believe his ears. The sophisticated, strong-willed matriarch he knew had once been a woman of fierce independence—someone who believed in carving one’s own path through fire and fate. Now, she was clutching at a fortune teller’s vague words like a drowning woman grasping a frayed rope. He couldn’t help but let a rare smile touch his lips. “Madam, when did you become so superstitious?”
Francine didn’t answer right away. In her youth, her own love story had been dramatic, passionate, and turbulent—much like the love between Renee and Stefan. She had once believed that every person was the master of their own destiny. But years of pain and worry had changed her. Now, she sought comfort in signs, omens, and whispered predictions. It was ironic, really. The woman who had once fought against fate was now surrendering to it.
Before Elijah could press further, another voice chimed in with alarming eagerness. Seraphina stepped forward, her face bright as if she had found an ally. “I think Madam Francine is right. Think about it—didn’t Stefan always get into trouble when he was with Renee? When they were together, he lost his sight and was on the verge of death, so maybe they really are incompatible. Separating them might be good, as the fortune teller said. A lot of celebrities believe in fortune tellers now, you know...”
Elijah shot her a sideways glance. He could read between the lines easily enough. Seraphina wasn’t speaking out of concern for Stefan’s well-being. No—she was desperately trying to snuff out any flicker of hope that Stefan might remember Renee. Her words were sweetened poison disguised as support.
To keep the situation from spiraling, Elijah spoke in a calm, measured tone. “We’ll talk about it later. Maybe he won’t be so obsessed with Renee even if he remembers who she is. We’ll just have to see how the surgery turns out...” He knew he was only throwing words into the wind, trying to pacify the two women whose emotions were running high, but it was the best he could do.
Francine, at least, seemed to take his words to heart. She exhaled slowly, forcing herself to focus on what truly mattered. “Yes, you’re right. His safety is the most important thing right now.”
And so the wait began.
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The clock ticked mercilessly on the wall, each second feeling like a heavy stone dropping into the silence. The door to the operating room remained stubbornly shut. Minutes turned into hours, and the suffocating tension in the corridor thickened with every passing breath.
Francine paced restlessly, her mind spinning with images of her son lying unconscious under the harsh surgical lights. Eventually, she couldn’t contain her anxiety any longer. “Why isn’t it over yet? Did something happen?” Her voice trembled, desperate for reassurance.
Elijah stepped closer, his tone gentle but steady. “No, don’t worry. This surgery is very difficult since it involves the brain. I’m sure it’s going well since it’s taking this long.”
But even as he spoke the words, a shadow of uncertainty crossed his mind. Brain surgery was the most delicate and unforgiving of procedures. One tiny mistake could lead to catastrophic consequences—memory loss, paralysis, or worse. He wanted to believe everything was fine, but the specialist in him knew better than to promise miracles.
Francine nodded, but her hands remained clasped in nervous prayer. She couldn’t sit, couldn’t rest, couldn’t do anything except stare at that terrifying, unmoving door.
Then finally—*finally*—the door swung open.
A wave of movement rippled through the waiting area as people surged forward, surrounding Owen, the lead surgeon. Francine reached him first, her eyes scanning his face for any sign of news. “How did the surgery go, Dr. Wagner? Is my son okay?”
Owen looked exhausted, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the long, grueling operation. But when he lifted his gaze, there was a glimmer of reassurance in his tired eyes. “Don’t worry. The surgery was very successful, and everything will be okay as long as he gets good rest for a few days.”
He didn’t linger to accept their gratitude. Instead, he turned and walked toward the changing room, his mind heavy with strange, unsettling thoughts about what he had encountered inside Stefan’s brain. There had been many oddities during the procedure—things that gnawed at his professional curiosity. He knew he would need to have a long conversation with Stefan once the man was awake and alert.
Back in the waiting area, Francine’s face collapsed with relief. A deep, shuddering breath escaped her lungs as tears of gratitude clouded her eyes. “Great! He’s finally out of danger.”
For her, there was no greater happiness than knowing her son had survived. Everything else—the fortune teller’s warnings, the complicated question of Renee—could wait. Right now, Stefan was alive. He was safe. That was all that mattered.
But not everyone shared her joy.
Standing slightly apart from the group, Seraphina’s expression was a tangled knot of emotions. Relief flickered in her eyes—yes, Stefan was alive. But worry and unease lurked beneath the surface. What would happen when he woke up? What if the surgery had restored his memories? What if he remembered everything—about Renee, about their love, about the life he had lost?
Her hands clenched at her sides, her smile frozen and hollow.
Elijah noticed her strange reaction immediately. He approached quietly, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Are you okay, Ms. Murphy?” He studied her carefully, reading the conflict written all over her face.
Seraphina forced herself to smile, but the light in her eyes was dim. She said nothing, letting the silence speak for her. The surgery might have been a success, but the real battle—the one for Stefan’s heart, his memories, and his future—was only just beginning.
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
What a tense, emotionally packed chapter! The wait outside the operating room felt so real—you could practically feel Francine’s anxiety, Elijah’s cautious optimism, and Seraphina’s sinister undercurrent of fear. The contrast between Francine’s so-called "protection" and Seraphina’s selfish scheming is brilliant. And that ending, with Owen noticing "weird things" during the surgery, definitely leaves me hungry for answers. This chapter is a beautiful storm of medical tension, maternal love, superstition, and hidden agendas.
Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4.8 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
Stefan will wake up in the coming hours, but instead of clarity, there will be more chaos. The strange details Owen noticed during the surgery are bound to surface—possibly leading to a shocking revelation about Stefan’s mind or memory. Meanwhile, Seraphina is already plotting to drive a permanent wedge between Stefan and Renee, and Francine’s superstition may drive her to do something drastic. Will Stefan remember Renee at the moment he opens his eyes, or will the same uncertain fog remain? The next chapter is sure to be explosive!
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