Just those few words, and his entire demeanor changed. His face tightened with concern as he swept her up into his arms and hurried out of the room.
By the time I made it downstairs, my mom was barely clinging to life.
With shaking hands, I pushed her gurney toward the operating room.
The red light above the door flicked on, and my heart seemed to hang suspended in the air with it.
I thought the nightmare might finally end there. But only three minutes later, a group of bodyguards stormed into the operating room and dragged the attending surgeon out.
I froze, my eyes wide in disbelief. “What the hell are you doing?!”
They looked at me coldly.
“Mr. Fowler has ordered all doctors to check on Ms. MacGill’s injury first. Once she’s confirmed stable, we’ll bring the attending physician back.”
Her wound was no fucking bigger than a fingernail, yet they were stealing my mom’s only chance to survive!
The thought shattered what little control I had left. My eyes burned as I lunged forward to stop them from taking the doctor away.
“Let him go! My mom’s still in surgery! Tell Jericho—if anything happens to her, I’ll never forgive any of you!”