Chapter 17 The hospital waiting room buzzed with muted chaos, nurses rushing by with charts and patients being wheeled in and out.
Amelia sat next to Ryan, her hand tightly gripping Debbys small, feverish one.
Her fever spiked to 104, the doctor had said.
Well stabilize her with fluids and monitor her closely.
Ryan glanced at Amelia, his voice soft.
Shes going to be okay.
Shes strong, just like her mom.
Amelia didnt respond, her focus solely on Debby.
The moment felt fragile, hanging by a thread, until a piercing voice shattered it.
You have got to be kidding me! Amelia and Ryan turned toward the source.
Brenda stormed into the ER, her hair disheveled, her eyes wild.
Her presence hit like a hurricane.
What is this? she screamed, her voice sharp enough to draw every head in the room.

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Youre here playing house with her while my son is in a coma? Ryan stood, his expression hardening.
Brenda, lower your voice.
This is not the time or place.
Dont tell me to lower my voice! Brenda shouted, stepping closer.
Ive been calling you all day, Ryan! Steve is in a coma! He might not make it, and you didnt even bother to answer your phone! Amelia tensed, her hand still on Debbys.
She didnt want to be dragged into Brendas storm but couldnt help the anger simmering beneath her calm exterior.
Im sorry about Steve, Ryan said, his tone steady but firm.
But lets be clear, Brendathis situation? This is because of you.
Ill keep supporting Steves medical bills, but this toxic cycle between us? It ends here.
You need to sign the agreement and let this go.
Brendas eyes widened, tears streaming as anger and despair tangled in her expression.
Youre really going to abandon me when I need you most? When he needs you? Ryans jaw clenched.
Im not abandoning anyone.
Im making sure Steve gets the care he needs, but whats between us is over.
Brenda took a step back, her breath hitching.
Youll regret this, Ryan.
Both of you.
Her gaze shifted to Amelia, her eyes blazing with unspoken hatred.
Brenda, Amelia finally spoke, her voice low and icy.
This isnt about me.
This is about your son.
Focus on him, not whatever vendetta youre brewing.
Brenda stared at Amelia for a moment before turning and storming out, her sobs echoing through the hallway.
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