I stood frozen as she brushed past me without a glance like I was nothing more than thin air.
The three of them stormed into a luxury VIP ward, dragging doctors along in a flurry of panic and urgency.
I returned to my son’s room in a daze. He gave me a fragile smile, trying to soothe my aching heart.
“Don’t worry, Dad. I’ll be better tomorrow!”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and gently touched his forehead; thankfully, the fever had faded.
“Okay. Then close your eyes now. Daddy’s staying right here with you.”
But barely moments after he drifted off to sleep, the door burst open with a loud bang.
“Our President Lancaster is offering a high reward to anyone at the hospital willing to take a bone marrow match test! Anyone who participates will be generously compensated!”
Worried the noise would wake my son, I shot the man a glare and pushed him out into the hallway.
There stood a man in a crisp suit; he had the polished air of Amara’s assistant.
He spoke in a hurry, voice breathless with urgency.
Amara and Laurence’s son had suddenly been diagnosed with acute leukemia.