But he shoved me back, impatience flashing in his eyes.
“I said it failed, so it failed! This is her fate. Stop making a scene.”
He didn’t stop there.
“With such a severe accident, emergency surgery was pointless. If she died early, she’d suffer less. Seraphine, stop being unreasonable!”
With that, he took Ivy by the wrist and led her away.
I stood rooted to the spot, staring at their retreating backs. Ivy even turned to glance at me — her eyes gleaming with triumph.
I laughed bitterly. Did they really think it was my sister lying in that operating room?
——
“Ms. Alden, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept my condolences,” my assistant whispered sympathetically.
“Condolences?” I said coolly. “Why would I mourn?”
She blinked, startled, as if she thought I’d gone mad from grief.
“If you suspect malpractice…” she hesitated, “…should we contact Legal and sue the hospital?”
“There’s no need to sue,” I replied evenly.
“But we should still inform Legal,” she pressed. “At least have them prepare—”
“Yes,” I interrupted, my tone ice-cold. “Have them draft a divorce agreement.”
My eyes followed Lucian and Ivy at the far end of the corridor.