When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 5

Chapter 5



The doctor looked at me for a long moment before reluctantly pulling out the consent form for the surgery. "Are you sure about this? It might be tricky to deal with if anything happens during the operation."

"Doctor, I trust you, truly." I grabbed the pen and quickly signed my name on the dotted line. My life, my decision.

The doctor still seemed he had something to say, but suddenly, the office door burst open.

A group of people stormed in, shouting and causing chaos. Someone pushed me hard, throwing me off balance, and my head slammed into the corner of the desk. All I felt was a wave of darkness as something warm and wet trickled down my forehead, blurring my vision.

The room was in complete disarray, everyone yelling at once.

"What kind of chief surgeon are you? We paid a fortune only to be told a second operation is needed?"

"I swear, you're all scamming us for money. Didn't you say you've got the tumor removed? Why is it back?"

"Con artist doctor, sacrificing morals for money. I ought to teach you a lesson myself!"

Struggling to stand, I felt someone step on my clothes, pinning me down.

Eventually, security arrived, and the chaos subsided.

Suddenly, someone screamed, "There's blood. Someone's hurt!"

everyone's

me up. "Ms.

up. His glasses got shattered, his usually neat hair was a mess, and his face bore scratch marks. He'd got beaten

to smile, but

into this mess. Looks like we'll have to

wanting to tell him it was okay. Living another day or not didn't make much difference to

statements, I was starting to feel

condition seems bad. The troublemakers have been under arrest. You might want to consider seeking

surprised.

though it seemed your husband's secretary took the call. Don't worry.

I looked down, doubtful.

come? Maybe he would show up

the incident. Two other patients were in the office, but only the

worst off. I nodded silently. When I finally had the funds for surgery, it had to be postponed. Whether my body

in the emergency room,

wife and daughter were by his side, their eyes red with worry while he comforted

like that, too, but my parents were

sniffled, trying not to hold onto hope. To my surprise, Clyde

stitch on my forehead, the doctor kept chattering. "Lucky it's hidden by your hair. It would've been a

skin and bones, I wondered what

was when Clyde

Patterson had to postpone a video conference for you, really

doctor frowned but