That’s when the assistant finally noticed the blood pouring from my daughter’s body. Panic instantly set in.
“But… all the doctors in this hospital were transferred by Director Seco,” someone finally said.
“Unbelievable!” Grandpa Frank shouted and immediately called around to other hospitals. However, every answer was the same.
Regina had pulled every doctor in Riveradale—all of them—spending a fortune to “prepare her body” for pregnancy, all in an effort to give Hector a replacement child.
My arms were shaking uncontrollably as I held my daughter’s body, her warmth slipping away by the second.
Then, we heard footsteps rushing toward us from the hallway.
“Director Seco sent me over…” someone said.
I leapt to my feet, hopeful—but he wasn’t a doctor. He was a food delivery guy.
“Ms. Seco asked me to bring these,” he said, handing over a bag. “She also told me to pass along a message: ‘It’s just some bleeding. She’s not dead. Don’t bother me over every little thing.’”
Gloria slapped the bag out of his hands. Band-aids spilled across the floor as she clutched her chest and collapsed against the wall.