The doctor took the signed form and left. Another round of surgery was about to begin.
The thought of her daughter's leg being amputated made Mrs. Quincy feel as if a piece of her own flesh was being torn away; the pain was unbearable.
The more she thought about it, the sadder she grew. Her sadness turned to indignation, and her indignation to fury. Finally, she pulled out her phone to call the "main culprit" and confront him—
"Adrian, you've ruined Yara!" Mrs. Quincy accused him through a flood of tears. "You ungrateful son, you've ruined your own sister, do you understand? *Sob, sob, sob...*"
Adrian Quincy's brow furrowed slightly. "Mother, what are you talking about?"
"You ungrateful son... You're making me so angry... I'm furious... My Yara... *Waaah*... Give me my Yara back!"
Adrian Quincy remained silent.
