Ian’s expression darkened. “I’m the head of obstetrics. If I say there’s a problem, then there is one. Now come with me.”
Ian stepped in front of me, blocking my path.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said coldly. “If there really is a problem, they would’ve called me. Now let me go. I want to go home and rest.”
Jaime took a step forward and grabbed my wrist tightly before glancing at Ian.
“Why are you even wasting your breath on her? Just drag her back to the hospital. Trish has been texting me nonstop, saying she’s in excruciating pain. She can’t wait any longer."
At the mention of Trish’s suffering, Ian’s expression changed. His concern for her was immediate, almost instinctive.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. “Trish's life matters, but what about mine? What about my baby’s? Don’t you care that having a C-section right now could put my life at risk?” I screamed at him.
Ian merely scoffed. “I'm the head of obstetrics. Nothing will happen under my care.”
“You’re only saying that because you refuse to save Trish, aren’t you? How could you be so selfish?”