Shawn obviously hadn't quite grasped what was going on.
Just then, Martin Garrix walked into the room.
He was Greyson's oncologist and now my surgeon.
"The treatment plan is set, the cancer cells have spread, we can't delay any longer. After this round of chemotherapy, surgery is necessary. Please have the family sign the consent form," he stated.
"I'll take care of it. I'm the patient's husband."
Shawn rushed forward.
Martin furrowed his brow, asking, "Ms. Hayes, I remember on the day of Greyson's bone marrow matching, you said his father had passed away, didn't you?"
"What?"
The pen in Shawn's hand clattered to the floor.
As if remembering something, he trembled as he held Martin's hand, voice quivering.
"Bone marrow matching? Are you saying... my son really has leukemia?"
Martin glanced at Amanda, who was rolling her eyes, and Jennifer, who was covering her face.
Then, he understood the situation roughly and said with disdain, "With a father like you, it's a blessing for the child to go."
Shawn collapsed on the floor.
His hand accidentally bumped into the Superman figure standing on the table.
With a clang, the Superman's body was shattered into pieces.