The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1205

Dr. Quincy didn't afford her an ounce of politeness. "Family members need to step aside! Do not interfere with the medical staff!"

Lydia was clearly offended, but she didn't want to be blamed for delaying life-saving treatment.

She stepped back, still muttering under her breath about how Claire was too young to be trusted.

Her doubts weren't entirely unfounded.

But Arthur immediately shut her down. "Lydia, stop causing a scene. Did you forget she's the one who went into the ER and saved him last time?"

Arthur may have made mistakes, but they were minor in the grand scheme of things.

Within the Darwin family, the eldest son still commanded authority.

Sure enough, the moment he spoke, the rest of the family fell silent.

Noah kept his eyes fixed on the doors to the resuscitation room, completely ignoring his relatives.

Arthur wanted to say something to his grandson, but with his wife and children hovering nearby, he knew showing Noah any attention would only spark a massive fight.

He was finally tasting the bitter consequences of the mistakes he'd made in his youth.

Arthur didn't view himself as a villain, but the things he had done were undeniably cruel.

He wanted to build a bridge with Noah, just like Harrison had, hoping the boy might eventually support their side of the family.

Unfortunately, Noah wasn't buying it.

While the Darwin family loitered in the hallway nursing their various hidden agendas, Claire walked into the resuscitation room.

One look at the gray, ashen color of Harrison's face, and she knew it was over.

She pulled out the Golden Needles, preparing to stimulate his acupoints, but a frail, trembling hand grabbed her wrist.

Harrison weakly shook his head. "No... more..."

His voice was barely a rasp, the words incredibly difficult to form.

But Claire saw the desperate plea in his eyes and understood exactly what he meant.

She looked up at Dr. Quincy, her expression heavy. "He's lost the will to fight. Let him pass peacefully."

A whirlwind of emotions crossed Dr. Quincy's face before settling into a deep, resigned sigh. "I know that's the right call, but the family out there..."

A true healer needed immense compassion, but also the emotional detachment to accept fate.

Once you understood the fragile boundary of life and death, you stopped feeling guilty for the patients you couldn't save.

It wasn't a matter of her lacking the skill to save him; Harrison's life had simply reached its natural conclusion.

He was like a candle. You could try to slow the melting wax, but eventually, the wick would burn down.

Once the flame went out, nothing could bring it back.

Claire didn't want to waste precious time or prolong his suffering.

Dr. Quincy had wanted to try one last time, but he ultimately respected Harrison's wishes.

They all knew that attempting to resuscitate him now was just performing for the sake of medical protocol.

In reality, Harrison was too far gone to be brought back.

Even if they somehow managed to restart his heart, they would only be extending the duration of his suffering.