When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

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!"

I could feel everyone's gaze turn to me.

As people stepped back, a nurse rushed to help me up. "Ms. Crawford, are you okay? Let's get that wound treated."

But she was too weak to support me properly. The doctor came over and helped me up. His glasses got shattered, his usually neat hair was a mess, and his face bore scratch marks. He'd got beaten in the fray.

I wanted to smile, but my body felt too weak.

He sighed, "I'm sorry you got dragged into this mess. Looks like we'll have to postpone the surgery."

I shook my head, wanting to tell him it was okay. Living another day or not didn't make much difference to me anymore. No one cared whether I lived or died.

When the police arrived to take statements, I was starting to feel better.

The female officer looked at me with pity. "Your condition seems bad. The troublemakers have been under arrest. You might want to consider seeking compensation. We've contacted your family. They should be here soon."

I was surprised. "My family?"

The officer added, "Yes, though it seemed your husband's secretary took the call. Don't worry. He'll come."

I looked down, doubtful.

Would Clyde come? Maybe he would show up if the police called.

I wasn't the only one affected by the incident. Two other patients were in the office, but only the doctor and I were injured.

Out of everyone, I was the worst off. I nodded silently. When I finally had the funds for surgery, it had to be postponed.

families comforting their loved ones in the emergency room, I

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

my family was like that,

hope. To my surprise, Clyde showed up

it's hidden by your hair. It would've been a shame for such

skin and bones,

was when Clyde

had to postpone a video conference for you,

frowned but said

you in the hospital?" Clyde stood over

wanted to say it was for cancer surgery, but the words died on

snorted, "Admitted for a

trouble

going to cover the company's losses" Kayla stepped beside Clyde,

calling Clyde, I gave Kayla a

eyes, but Clyde seemed oblivious, his gaze growing colder toward

low." He leaned in, his

if he finally noticed Rocky

pissed. "Melanie! What's so funny now? I never knew you

my collar, but the nurse intervened. "Who are you? Do you not realize

Clyde's sleeve with a look of discomfort.

Chapter 5



the consent form for the surgery. "Are you sure about this? It might be tricky to deal with if

pen and quickly signed

he had something to say, but suddenly, the office door burst

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

was in complete

you? We paid a fortune only to be told a

swear, you're all scamming us for money. Didn't you say you've got the tumor removed?

artist doctor, sacrificing morals for money. I

step on my clothes,

security arrived, and the

someone screamed, "There's blood. Someone's

everyone's

nurse rushed to help me up. "Ms. Crawford, are

to support me properly. The doctor came over and helped me up. His glasses got shattered, his usually neat hair was a mess, and

but my body

this mess. Looks like we'll have

to tell him it was okay. Living another day or not didn't make much difference to me anymore. No one

take statements, I was

been under arrest. You might want to consider seeking compensation.

was surprised.

though it seemed your husband's secretary took the