At the elevator entrance, Wendy listened intently as her colleague discussed the recent updates to the medical equipment. She nodded appreciatively, joking, "Dr. Hendrix has finally decided to spend some money, isn’t that right?" A voice sounded from behind her. She glanced up to see James stepping into the elevator, visibly upset. Wendy quickly looked away, pretending not to notice him, and continued chatting with her colleague.

Her colleague laughed and said, "Well, it's also because you're going to study..." Just as they were about to finish, the nearly closed elevator doors swung open unexpectedly. Jenna burst in, panting for breath. "James, you're here? I told you there’s no need to worry about Ethan; I'll be taking care of him," Jenna said. Then she turned to glance at Wendy, smiling. "Wendy, what a coincidence! You're here too. Ethan really misses you."

Wendy ignored her completely. Suddenly, James spoke up in a mocking tone, "She's no longer Ethan's mother." The elevator fell silent. The other people inside exchanged different expressions. "James, you shouldn't say that. After all, Ethan is Wendy's," her colleague interjected. Wendy remained silent as Jenna let out a dry chuckle, attempting to ease the tension.

"Even if she’s determined to go through with the divorce, that doesn’t erase her role as a mother," Jenna remarked, appearing to defend Wendy, but in truth, she was merely highlighting Wendy's stubbornness. As expected, James's expression darkened further. "She may not even want to be his mother." With just a few sentences, all the blame was thrust onto Wendy's shoulders. Unable to hold back, she finally responded calmly, "Whether I'm Ethan's mother or not is not for you to decide. As for the one who's desperately throwing herself into the role... that you can discuss."

The elevator chimed as the doors opened. Wendy stepped out without sparing either of them a glance, leaving her cutting remark behind. Jenna was momentarily stunned, then stamped her foot in frustration. "Why does Wendy have to be so mean? She didn’t want to take care of him," she exclaimed, stepping in to help.

As the elevator doors slowly slid shut, James spoke in an unreadable tone, "Just ignore her." He was agitated, though not a trace of it showed on his face. In the elevator’s reflection, Jenna noticed James's expression: cold and intense. He was furious, and anyone who crossed him at that moment would be asking for trouble. Then she realized that Wendy had pushed him to this point again today, which meant the divorce was practically finalized.

Jenna's mood improved as they exited the elevator. She spoke gently, attempting to comfort him. "Don’t be angry, James. Wendy's always been like this. She even talks back to her own parents." James silently questioned if Wendy was truly that kind of person. When they reached Ethan's ward, he said, "Don’t bring up what just happened in front of him." James thought it was Wendy standing there.

After several days of treatment, Ethan was finally cleared for discharge. James had cleared his schedule to personally come to the hospital and take him home. He stepped into the ward and saw Jenna packing up. He paused slightly, a brief flicker of doubt crossing his eyes. For a split second, Jenna looked up with a sweet smile. "James, you're here! I thought you might be too busy today." Ethan sat on the side, licking the candy he was finally allowed to eat. He chimed in cheerfully, "Daddy, Auntie Jenna brought this for me! I made it myself with fruit juice. It's totally safe. Ethan's feeling better now, but he still shouldn't eat just anything," he explained.

"Thanks for thinking of that. Is everything packed?" James asked. "Yes, though there's quite a bit. Should we ask Wendy to help carry some of it down?" Jenna looked at him, her tone tinged with subtle probing. Ethan pouted unhappily. "Why isn’t Mommy here to pick me up today? Is she really busy?" James nodded slightly, but before he could speak, Jenna cut in, "Actually, I went to check. I think Wendy has the day off today. I just ran into her in the elevator; I thought she was coming to pick you up."

Hearing that, Ethan was visibly upset. "What’s Mommy doing? She didn’t come to see me these past few days, and now she’s not even here to help carry my belongings? There’s so much stuff! How can Daddy and Auntie Jenna carry it all?" In his young mind, Wendy was just a nanny who helped carry things. Jenna smirked and reached out to pat Ethan's head. "I can carry them. I’m a grown-up; I’m strong!"

Ethan threw his arms around Jenna. "No way! Aunt Jenna, you’re so pretty! Pretty people shouldn’t do what nannies do." Jenna looked up and saw the frustration written all over James's face. With no nanny available and Wendy still holding a grudge, it was a relief that Jenna had been helping at the hospital nearly every day. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to manage at all. Noticing he didn’t respond, Jenna said, "It’s okay. Now that Wendy is not around, I’ll definitely take care of you."

"I’ll have Freddy come!" James suggested. Twenty minutes later, as Wendy emerged from the elevator, she spotted Freddy, who unmistakably noticed her as well. "Mrs. Frank," he guessed, his eyes widening. Wendy was confused, but she simply replied coolly, "James and I are getting a divorce. I’m no longer his wife." Freddy gave an awkward smile. "Oh!" he said, but she didn’t say anything more, simply brushing past him.

Yet, as she walked away, the words from the police kept replaying in her mind. The hospital had dropped the charges due to a lack of evidence found by the police. Meanwhile, Zelda had vanished without a trace. Wendy contemplated many possibilities but never suspected that Zelda had intentionally planned to delay matters. Despite the secrecy surrounding James, Jenna's anxiety, the missing Zelda, and Freddy's guilty expression all quickly came to mind. Then, suddenly, the hidden thread of this tangled puzzle became clear to her.

It dawned on Wendy that James had truly jeopardized Ethan’s health without a second thought. Thinking this, she couldn’t help but stop in her tracks. "Dr. Sanders, there’s a child who has suddenly collapsed over there. Please help!" The nurse's call snapped Wendy out of her thoughts, pushing aside the troubling distractions clouding her mind as she quickly moved toward the crowd. "Everyone, step aside! Make room for the patient!" She knelt beside the unconscious child, who appeared to be around four or five years old, and began administering first aid.

The child's face had turned pale from lack of oxygen. There was no response. Wendy looked at the child's father. "Did she eat anything? Did she suddenly collapse?" The father shook his head frantically. "I don’t know. I just went to pay her mother’s bill, and when I came back, she was lying on the floor." Without wasting a second, Wendy leaned down to check the child’s chest. Her expression immediately grew serious.

"There’s an obstruction in the airway. Sophia, notify the surgical team. If the Heimlich maneuver doesn’t work, we’ll have to make an incision and clear the airway."