Chapter 217

The doctor stammered, realizing the gravity of his poorly phrased suggestion. "No... no, that's not what I meant," he attempted to clarify.

Andrew stepped closer to the doctor, his eyes piercing through him. "Are you going to tell me how to spend my money?" he demanded.

The doctor quickly backtracked, "No sir, it was just a suggestion from a professional."

But Andrew was not swayed. He fiercely responded, "Keep your profession to yourself! We're not taking her off any life support! We're not depriving her of her rights to fight! Understood?"

The doctor nodded, humbled by Andrew's words, "Yes, sir."

Andrew left his office and slammed the door behind him.

Leaving the doctor's office, Andrew returned to Amelia's room, his emotions still raw.

Mrs. Tate noticed his changed mood and approached him, concerned. "How is Amelia? What did the doctor say?"

Andrew took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "It's nothing serious," he reassured Mrs. Tate, not wanting to worry her further.

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