Under their relentless pressure and bribes, the doctor sighed deeply and entered the operating room.
Less than half an hour later, the light outside the OR flickered off.
Amara anxiously grabbed Laurence and her father’s hands, her body trembling with fear. A nurse burst through the door, panic etched across her face.
“Is there any Maximilian Prescott family member here? He passed out during the bone marrow extraction and urgently needs resuscitation!”
At the sound of the name, Amara’s face twisted in shock.
She seized the nurse by the shoulders, her grip tight and hissed, “Who did you just say?”
Following the nurse’s terrified gaze, she finally saw me, bloodied and pinned to the floor by the bodyguards.
“Miss Lancaster, it’s his son. He refused to cooperate, but in the heat of the moment, we had no choice but to use force!”
