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.

worst off. I nodded silently. When I finally had the funds

loved ones in the emergency room, I felt a pang

daughter were by his side, their eyes red

time, my family was like

not to hold onto hope. To

your hair. It would've been a shame for such a pretty girl to have a

at my reflection, all skin and bones, I wondered what beauty

when

Patterson had to postpone a video conference for you,

frowned

in the hospital?"

surgery, but the words

snorted, "Admitted for a stitch? You're too much,

causing trouble for

crucial business. Who's going to cover the company's losses" Kayla

Kayla a

in her eyes, but Clyde seemed

sympathy, you'd stoop so low." He

I smiled back, wondering if he finally

now? I never knew you were

reached out to grab my collar, but the nurse intervened. "Who

a look of discomfort.

Chapter 5



the consent form for the surgery. "Are you sure about this? It might

you, truly." I grabbed the pen and quickly

something to say, but suddenly, the office

slammed into the corner of the desk. All I felt was a wave of darkness as something warm and

in complete disarray,

surgeon are you? We paid a fortune only to be

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

doctor, sacrificing morals for money. I ought

felt someone step on my clothes,

and the chaos

screamed, "There's

feel everyone's gaze turn to

rushed to help me up.

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

wanted to smile, but my body felt

sighed, "I'm sorry you got dragged into this mess. Looks like we'll have

day or not didn't make much difference to

statements, I was starting to feel

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

surprised.

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