Daniel paled.
He knew the formula. It was an experimental protocol designed specifically for the Ethan Walsh chart.
It took almost three weeks to prepare the necessary amount.
—Amelia...
I'm not going to operate it.
I understand that you are furious.
It is not out of pride.
I looked at him.
I was forcibly expelled. They falsified the reason for my landing. They allowed an employee to destroy specialized medical medication. Then his administrator threatened me without allowing me to explain anything.
Daniel kept quiet.
“This is no longer just a personal matter,” I continued. An operation of this level requires absolute trust between the team, the family and the surgeon. That trust disappeared.
Then my phone started vibrating.
Once.
Twice.
Ten times.
Twenty-three missed calls.
All from unknown numbers.
Daniel looked at the screen.
I guess they've already discovered something.
I assumed it, too.
More than a thousand miles away, the chaos had just begun.
