Chapter 3

In the midst of the standoff, a figure rushed over and grabbed Liam.

"Liam, are you alright?"

It was my mother-in-law, Sally Powell. Her eyes were filled with concern as she looked at Liam’s swollen face. Then, she turned to me, her face brimming with anger.

"Layla! How could you hit Liam like that? You’re acting like a complete shrew!

"Mia’s condition is beyond hope now, and it’s not Liam’s fault. Stop taking it out on him!

"And what’s wrong with signing the organ donation form? The dead can’t come back to life! Are you planning to keep her body at home forever?"

As Sally grew more agitated, her words became increasingly absurd. I could not control my anger and my eyes were red with fury. I raised my hand and slapped Liam hard across his left cheek.

Two slaps in a row left him completely stunned. Sally was completely caught off guard. She screamed as she rushed to check his face. She was clearly heartbroken.

I looked coldly at my hand, now red from the impact.

"Does it hurt? Good. Only a parent truly feels the pain of their own child.

"Get out! Say one more word, and I’ll throw this thermos at you!"

Sally glared at me and her lips were trembling with rage. "Shrew! You’re nothing but a shrew!"

The scene descended into chaos. Liam was barely containing his anger and he demanded, "Layla, have you slapped and yelled enough? Have you vented enough yet?

"Come sign the form! There’s nothing more to say. You nodded in the doctor’s office earlier. You can’t go back on it!"

With that, he snatched my phone and forcefully grabbed my arms. With Sally’s help, they began shoving me toward the exit.

I gritted my teeth and struggled with all my might. However, against the two of them, I could not break free. So, I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Doctor! Nurse! Security! Somebody’s trying to kidnap me!"

Several nurses rushed over but stopped awkwardly when they recognized Liam.

He forced a smile. "It’s nothing, my wife’s just a bit emotional. No need to bother yourselves."

I refused to back down and kept shouting. "They were the ones who started it! If you don't stop them, I’ll scream all the way down this hall and make sure every patient's family sees what's happening!"

The nurses exchanged glances and reluctantly stepped in to separate us.

Liam was clearly frustrated and finally let go of me. I breathed a sigh of relief, quickly checking the time.

There was still one hour until the transfer team arrived. Just one more hour, and I could take Mia far away from here!

"Liam, what’s going on? We’ve been waiting for you all this time." A sweet, feminine voice cut through the tension. It was Blair.

She glanced at Liam with affection, noticing his swollen face, and rushed over to check on him.

As soon as Liam saw her, all his anger melted away into tenderness.

"It’s nothing. Layla didn’t want to sign the form, so we had a little argument."

Blair turned to look at me. My hair was disheveled and wild.

"Mrs. Powell, your daughter is already brain-dead. You personally agreed to sign the organ donation form.

"The hospital deeply appreciates your generosity and sacrifice. I know this is difficult, but crossing this emotional hurdle is necessary.

"Rest assured, even though your child is gone, her life will continue in another form..."

I loudly interrupted her pretentious speech. "You’re lying! Mia is not brain-dead! Your diagnosis is false! Forget about signing any form. I’m transferring her now!"

Blair shook her head, feigning innocence.

"Mrs. Powell, I know you’re upset, but don’t accuse me without reason, alright?

"I spent nearly ten hours trying to resuscitate your daughter, staying up all night, and I still have other patients to treat. Yet you think I’m some kind of quack?

"We’ve prepared everything for the donation, and even the media is waiting. How am I supposed to explain this to them?"

Hearing this, patients and nurses nearby began whispering among themselves.

"Dr. Lincoln is one of the best in the hospital. There’s no way she could misdiagnose."

"I think this mother is just too emotional, making a scene."

"Ah, as they say, there's always something frustrating about people you feel sorry for. Dr. Lincoln put so much effort into helping, and she’s still getting yelled at. This is exactly what medical harassment looks like!"

As the onlookers turned against me, Liam’s face showed a hint of satisfaction.

"Layla, you’re too emotional right now. Let’s go to the office and talk, okay?" He reached out to pull me again.

I was wary and took a step back. "Don’t you dare touch me!"

On the side, Blair gave a signal to the nurses who had gathered.

Suddenly, a security guard appeared from nowhere, grabbed my shoulders, and shoved me hard against the wall.

Blair turned to the nurses and instructed, "She’s too agitated. Prepare a sedative injection immediately!"