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.

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

families comforting their loved ones in the emergency room, I felt a pang

red with worry

upon a time, my family was like that, too, but my parents

sniffled, trying not to hold onto hope. To my surprise, Clyde showed up with Kayla in

a stitch on my forehead, the doctor kept chattering. "Lucky it's hidden by your

all skin and

was when

video conference for you,

frowned but

are you in the hospital?" Clyde

surgery, but the words died on my lips. There

a stitch?

causing trouble

One call from you, and he postpones crucial business. Who's going to cover the company's losses" Kayla stepped beside Clyde, playing the part of the concerned

gave Kayla a meaningful look. "The call wasn't from me. You

her eyes, but Clyde seemed oblivious, his gaze growing

He leaned in, his

wondering if he finally noticed Rocky was at Brenda's

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

grab my collar, but the nurse intervened. "Who are you?

with a look of

Chapter 5



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

pen and quickly signed my name on the dotted line. My

doctor still seemed he had something to say, but

balance, and my head slammed into the corner

room was in complete disarray, everyone yelling at

surgeon are you? We paid a fortune only

us for money. Didn't you say you've got the tumor

doctor, sacrificing morals for money. I ought

to stand, I felt someone step on my

and

"There's blood. Someone's

could feel everyone's gaze turn to

help me up. "Ms. Crawford, are you okay? Let's get

helped me up. His glasses got shattered, his usually neat hair was a mess, and his face bore

but my body felt too

dragged into this mess. Looks like we'll

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

to take statements, I was

seems bad. The troublemakers have been under arrest. You might want to consider seeking compensation. We've contacted your family. They should be here

surprised. "My

added, "Yes, though it seemed your husband's secretary took the call.