"You think you're something special just because you performed a C-section? If my daughter weren't too busy, I wouldn't have needed someone from outside to deliver my golden grandson. So do us all a favor and stay in your lane."
Once she'd yanked the baby away, she backed off behind Paul like she had every right in the world to do what she did.
Paul, cold as ever, looked the doctor right in the eyes and said, calm as you please, "Dr. Jones, my mom just wanted a quick look at the baby. He's been born for a while now, and she hasn't even gotten to see him. Of course she's anxious."
Then came the kicker.
"We're transferring to my sister's department tomorrow anyway. There's no need for you to get involved in our family's business."
Translation? Back off. You're no longer needed.
The surgeon didn't say a word. She gave one last furious glare and stormed out of the room.
"That damn surgeon thinks she runs the place," my mother-in-law grumbled. "If she hadn't stuck her nose in, I'd already be holding my grandson."
Then her eyes landed on Aunt Clara.