" Eddie Murph," he said, his voice low but heavy with tension.
"This is my last time asking you: are you really not going in to help her?"
The corridor fell silent.
I didn’t respond immediately. Instead, I raised my injured right hand, blood seeping through the bandages, bright and vivid against the sterile hospital light.
With Robert’s gaze practically drilling into me, I slowly nodded, firm and resolute.
"How can you be so heartless?!"
Margareth’s anguished cry broke the silence. She stumbled toward me, her face contorted with raw pain, her voice trembling as she spoke.
"Our Susan has been with you for seven years! Seven years, Eddie! Not once did she complain about your family’s poverty!"
"She’s beautiful and well-educated. Do you know how many young men chased after her? Yet she chose you. She believed in you!"
"When you two got married, you had no house, no car—you couldn’t even afford a wedding ring! But she still said she was happy!"
"Even your graduate and doctoral tuition fees—do you think you paid those yourself? They came from Susan! And now, when her life hangs in the balance, you—"
Her voice cracked and she broke down completely, sobbing uncontrollably.