Chapter 4

It was almost as if Olivia's words had cursed us—my daughter started hemorrhaging, and the operating room was already occupied by those who'd paid their bills.

Who were we to get priority over the people who actually paid?

The hospital had its own set of rules, after all.

The doctor let out a sigh, resting his hand gently on my shoulder.

"We've missed the best window for treatment. She's got at most half an hour left. Spend it with her."

Tears slid down my cheeks again.

To my daughter, I looked exactly disheveled and miserable.

Still, she summoned her strength,…