The Family 414
Chapter 414 If You Can’t Handle It, Let Me
The doctor’s face was hidden behind a surgical mask, but his furrowed brows and eyes <b>clouded </b>with concern made it clear–this wasn’t good news.
Sienna immediately sensed something was wrong. Her expression stiffened <b>as </b>she hesitantly asked. <b>“</b><b>What’s </b>going on…?”
“Ms. Sienna, Dr. Samuel’s condition is currently quite serious,” the doctor said, his voice weighed down like a stone sinking into still water. “Of course, we’ll do everything we can. But some things must be handled ording to hospital protocol-
“Protocol?” Sienna was momentarily thrown, her brows knitting tighter. “What do you mean by <b>that?</b><b>” </b>
“We need you to sign a critical condition notice.” The words hit like a de, piercing straight through <b>every </b>person in the room.
Jean felt her heart plummet. Her fingers instinctively clenched.
<i>Samuel</i><i>… </i>
Sienna froze. The light in her eyes extinguished in an instant, and she staggered back involuntarily.
Dominic was quick to steady her, cing a firm hand behind her back.
. Sienna rubbed at her brow, overwhelmed and at a loss for words.
Dominic, however, looked directly at the doctor, his gaze sharp and voice low, radiating <b>pressure</b>. “Just <b>tell </b>me straight–what are the odds?”
“Spare me the formalities. I want the truth. Can he be saved or not?”
His blunt tone cut through the tension like ice. The doctor flinched under his intensity, eyes widening in surprise.
A secondter, he snapped back to himself and gave a quick, tense nod. “I can’t promise anything, but we’re doing everything possible. It’s just that–right now–we’ve reached the point where issuing the notice is necessary…”
“If you can’t handle it, let me do it,” Jean muttered with a click of her tongue casually tossing out the words.
Everyone’s head turned toward her at once.
The doctor, her mother, and even Winston–all of them stared, stunned into silence.
Jean blinked, suddenly realizing what had juste out of her mouth.
<i>Oops</i>. <i>That </i><i>was </i><i>supposed </i><i>to </i><i>stay </i>in <i>my </i><i>head</i><i>. </i>
“… Haha.” She let out a weakugh, brushing it off like it was nothing. “Don’t mind me. Just talking <b>to </b><b>myself</b>.”
Still, if these doctors can’t save Samuel, I swear I’ll step in myself.
Sienna looked at Jean–looked at her small frame, her calm expression, the quiet <b>confidence </b><b>in </b><b>her </b><b>eyes </b>and unexpectedly, the tight knot in her chest began to ease.
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Chapter 414 If You Can’t Handle It, Let Me
Who would’ve thought that Jean, of all people, would be her <b>rock</b><b>? </b>
Right now, Sienna might not be able to put her faith in the doctors—but she <b>could </b>absolutely belleve ?n Jean.
This child knew her stuff. And she never made empty promises.
“…Let’s go ahead and sign it,” Sienna said atst.
The doctor scratched the back of his head awkwardly and gave a small nod, still watching <b>the </b><b>Ginger </b>family’s reactions closely.
With great reluctance, Sienna signed her name on the critical condition notice.
Now, all they could do was wait.
After the doctor left, Winston leaned in and gave Jean a nudge on the shoulder. His voice dropped<b>. </b><b>“</b><b>You </b>seriously have a way to help Samuel?”
Jean pressed her lips together, then quietly replied, “Nothing’s guaranteed. It depends on how bad things are… But if the doctors run out of options, I’ll at least give it a <i>try</i>. What else can I do, right?”
“For now, we let them handle it. They’re not amateurs. They do know what they’re doing.”
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