“Is that why you won’t let me leave?”
“Shut up and let me finish, Mia. Since when did you start interrupting me when I speak?” he snapped, his eyes burning with anger.
“Her liver is failing and it’s putting the baby at risk. That’s why you’ll be donating a portion of yours.”
I gasped, nearly choking on my own breath.
“Robert, you can’t be serious. That kind of surgery is dangerous. That’s not something you force on someone.”
“I wasn’t asking for your opinion,” he cut in sharply. “You should be glad to help. Your liver is a match. And don’t forget, this baby is yours too. Don’t be foolish.”
At that moment, the doctor, who had been standing quietly near the door, gave me a concerned look and stepped forward.
“This surgery isn’t simple,” the doctor said carefully. “She’ll need time to recover. There are serious risks. Bleeding, infection, even death. We should look for another donor.”
“There is no one else,” Robert barked. “Jasmine is important. She’s carrying my child. And who is Mia? Who?”
The doctor hesitated, clearly troubled, but said nothing more.
“Exactly,” Robert said coldly. “She’s a nobody. Now do your job and save my Jasmine.”
Without another word, they both walked back into the room.