"Aiden, please stay for a few more days. If my daughter has any complications, I'll feel at ease knowing you're here," Maria pleaded, holding Aiden's hand tightly.
The nurse nearby said, "Don't worry, there won't be any complications."
Then, in a low voice, she added, "Your daughter just had meningitis. It wasn't a major surgery. Our doctors could have handled it. Why did you insist on bringing in a specialist?"
"Aiden, her daughter's surgery is over. Why are you still here? Are you waiting until our daughter dies to regret it?" I shouted angrily.
"I've never seen a mother like you. You said your daughter was dying just because of jealousy," Maria said, embarrassed.
"This is a hospital. Keep your voice down. Go back first; I'll be back in a few days," Aiden said coldly.
Just then, my daughter's attending physician called.
"Ms. Johansson, please come to the hospital to see your daughter one last time."
I quickly turned on the speakerphone and asked the physician to explain the situation to Aiden.
"It's amazing she even hired actors," Maria said sarcastically.
"Clare, I admire your acting skills. Get out of the ward. I don't want to see you," Aiden said with disgust.