Just then, a young intern rushed into the room. It was Ryan Porter, one of Daniel’s juniors. I remembered him—an orphan who had spent holidays alone, eating cold dinners in the hospital ward. I had insisted Daniel invite him over one New Year’s Eve, trying to give him a semblance of family. Now, he was my last hope.
Grabbing Daniel by the arm, Ryan’s voice trembled with urgency. "Daniel! Amelia’s in critical condition—she’s dying! You have to come now!"
But Daniel only pulled his arm away, annoyance flashing in his eyes. "What is this? She couldn’t convince me herself, so now she’s sent you to play along with her little drama? I’m not falling for it, Ryan. She’s jealous, insecure—completely irrational! I’ve told her a thousand times that Sophia is nothing more than a sister to me, but she’s too twisted to believe it."
He turned back to Sophia, muttering, "If she wants to die, let her. I don’t care."
Ryan’s face paled, his voice faltering. "Daniel, this isn’t a joke! She’s dying! Please, just come with me to the OR!"