In their three years of marriage, she had never witnessed him so frantic. The cause seemed unmistakably tied to Guerra Group's recent mergers and acquisitions, a topic she had just caught wind of on financial news channels. With clasped hands, Lysander Thorne fervently prayed for Josiah Guerra and his company's triumph. Yet, just as she settled into a moment of respite, her phone shattered the silence. "Dr. Thorne, we need you at the hospital immediately. There's a pregnant woman in dire condition." Still reeling from the recent shock outside the operating room, Lysander now observed the bloodstains adorning Josiah's once pristine white shirt, the disheveled fabric, and the conspicuous stains on his sleeves. Turning away, she retreated to her seat and inquired with composure, "Have you attended to her?"