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    The sound echoed in the hallway. Katie stood frozen for a second before erupting. “You psychopath! How dare you hit me!”


    She lunged at Christina.


    Robin intercepted her mid-charge, his grip iron-strong, and shoved her back down onto the floor.


    “You think you cany a hand on her?” he growled, his eyes burning with fury. “Where do you get that kind of nerve?”


    “Robin!” Brendon shouted, seeing his sister on the ground. “This is Dawson business. Back off!”


    Robin’s reply was low, deadly calm. “I don’t give a damn about your family drama. But if any one of you raises a hand against Christina again—” His gaze swept over them, leaving no doubt. “You will regret it in ways you can’t begin to imagine.”


    He positioned himself squarely in front of Christina, a formidable barrier, his eyes alert and unyielding.


    Just then, the emergency room doors swung open. Christina was at the doctor’s side in an instant, her voice tight with dread.


    “Doctor, how is she?”


    “The patient is in critical condition. She has a brain hemorrhage and requires immediate surgery,” the doctor stated.


    Before the doctor could continue, Brendon interjected in a panic. “Then operate now! Why are you still doing nothing? Money isn’t a problem—we can pay.”


    The doctor fixed him with an irritated stare. “Who is the medical professional here, you or me?”


    “We apologize, Doctor. Please, do whatever is necessary,” Christina said quickly, her own chest tightening with worry.


    “It’s not a refusal to operate. Her condition is extremely delicate. No one on my team feels confident guaranteeing a sessful oue,” the doctor exined.


    “Please prepare the operating room. I’ll handle the rest. I’ll speak with the hospital director and sign all necessary forms. If anything goes wrong, I will assume full responsibility,” Christina said, her grip firm on the doctor’s arm. “Proceed as fast as you can. I’m going to see the director now.”


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    She knew every second counted. This was Bethel’s only chance. A single dy could be fatal.


    “Alright. I’ll begin the preparations. But final approval still rests with the director,” the doctor said.


    “Understood. Thank you,” Christina replied.


    She was already pulling out her phone to call the director.


    “What do you think you’re doing?” Brendon demanded sharply.


    “If you want to remain standing, get out of my way,” Christina said, her tone dangerously cool.


    Brendon red but fell silent.


    “Sir, I need a surgical team assembled under my lead. I will be performing the operation. I ept full liability. Mr. Calvin Emmett will confirm my authority,” she told the director on the phone.


    Ending the call, she immediately dialed Calvin.


    “Have you lost your mind? You want to do the surgery yourself? You’re a veterinarian! You can’t operate on a human!” Brendon yelled, lunging for her phone.


    Christina’s expression turned to steel. She sidestepped his grasp and delivered a sharp kick that sent him stumbling to the ground. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she redialed.


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