I wasted no time. I scooped my mother up and sprinted for the exit.
Olivia chased after us. This time, she didn't block the way—the "auspicious hour" had passed. She even handed me her phone to call the ambulance.
"Husband, you two go home first." Her voice was breathless. "I wanted to discuss this with you yesterday, but I knew you wouldn't agree to the body display."
She grabbed my arm, eyes pleading. "But do you know? I owe Spencer a life debt. Years ago, when I was dragged into that alley... he saved me from being raped. He was severely injured in the process. He can never have children because of me."
Spencer Delgado was castrated saving her?
I paused, stunned. The revelation was heavy, but reality didn't offer the luxury of processing it.
"Fine," I said through gritted teeth. "Just help me get Mom to the hospital."
Before she could answer, Spencer rushed out and grabbed her wrist.
"Olivia! Get back in there. The customers are saying they'll leave if the model doesn't return."
He wanted her to go back and lie on that table?
I looked at Olivia, certain she would refuse. My mother was critical. Surely, she would choose us.