Before I could process it, my father turned to the doctor, his face twisted in grief. “Doctor, no matter the cost, please—you have to save my wife! I’m begging you!”
The doctor’s expression remained solemn. "We've done everything we can. You should start preparing for the worst."
At those words, my father took a deep breath. His eyes turned red, as if he had just made some heartbreaking decision. "If that’s the case… we should let her go."
"I don’t want my wife to suffer. If she ends up in a vegetative state, she wouldn’t want to live like that anyway."
My entire body went cold. My dad didn’t even hesitate. The sheer audacity of his deceitful, disgusting act made my blood boil.
My rage erupted. “No!”
I spun to face him, voice shaking with fury. “Zane, my mother is still in the emergency room and you’re already in a hurry to let her die?! Is that what you want?!"
His expression darkened. In an instant, his mask slipped.
Before I could react, his hand flew through the air—a sharp, stinging slap across my face.
