Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard) novel Chapter 5

Patrick stared at me for a while. In the end, he reluctantly handed the surgery consent form to me.

"Are you sure about this? If anything happens during the surgery, it might be difficult to manage."

"Dr. Price, I trust you. Really," I said.

I took the pen and paper before quickly signing my name. After all, it was my life on the line. I should be the one deciding my own fate.

Patrick was about to say something else when the office door was suddenly pushed open.

A group of people stormed in while shouting. Someone pushed me hard, and I lost my balance. My head hit on the corner of the desk.

As my vision went dark, I felt something warm trickling down my forehead and covering the corner of my eye. The room was in chaos with everyone yelling loudly.

"What kind of chief physician are you? After we spent so much money, you're now saying we need a second surgery?"

"You're probably just scamming us for money! Didn't you say the tumor was removed already? Why has it come back?"

"You fraud of a doctor! You'd do anything for money. I'll beat you to death!"

Clutching my forehead, I could not stand up at all. Someone had stepped on my shirt, but I could not pull it free no matter how hard I tried.

The office was in complete disarray. Security finally arrived after a few minutes. Only then did everyone stop fighting.

Suddenly, someone screamed, "There's blood! Someone's dying!"

I could feel everyone's eyes turn to me. All the shoes in front of me took a step back. Finally, a young nurse helped me to get up.

"Ms. Green, are you alright? Come with me and I'll treat your wound first." However, she was too weak to properly support me.

Patrick came over too and helped me up with all his might. One of the lenses of his glasses was shattered, and his usually immaculate hair had become a mess. He had clearly been beaten up with all those scratch marks on his face.

I wanted to smile, but I was feeling too weak to do so.

He sighed. "I'm sorry that you got caught up in this. I'm afraid we'll have to postpone the surgery."

Shaking my head, I wanted to tell him it was fine. It did not seem to matter much for someone like me to live one more day or one less day because no one would care whether I lived or died anymore.

When the police arrived to take statements, I had just recovered a little. The female officer looked at me with eyes full of sympathy.

"Your condition is quite serious. The troublemakers have all been arrested. You can ask for compensation later. We've contacted your family, so they should be here soon."

I looked at her in shock. "My family?"

"Yes, although I think it was your husband's secretary who answered. Don't worry, he'll come."

Lowering my gaze, I said nothing. Would he come? I did not know. Perhaps he would if the police contacted him, right?

I was not the only one affected by the fight. There were two other patients in the office at the time, but only Patrick and I were injured.