Ignoring the absurdity of his own actions, Zayden shouted even louder, “Now that she’s gone, asking for a little money to get by doesn’t seem so wrong. People like you, who are well-off, can afford to spare a little. Surely, you aren’t too stingy?”
Katelyn sneered, and her sharp retort next left the couple wide-eyed with disbelief.
“Who said Zoey was dead?” Katelyn said calmly.
The couple’s eyes, heavy with shock, immediately widened as they turned around to gaze at their daughter lying on the gurney.
Though she hadn’t awakened from the anesthesia yet, the rise and fall of her chest unmistakably indicated she was still breathing.
Had they celebrated their gain too early?
Katelyn observed the shift in their expressions, catching the unmistakable flicker of disappointment.
To them, Zoey had been nothing more than a lucrative source of income.
With Zoey still alive, any compensation they might claim wouldn’t match their initial expectations.
Zayden’s eyes briefly flashed with anger as he argued forcefully, “Even if my daughter is alive, you’re still responsible for your actions towards her!”
Katelyn responded with a dismissive smile, “I’ll look forward to receiving your lawyer’s correspondence.” Her gaze swept over Zoey for a brief moment before settling on Vincent.
“Since her parents are here, we can take our leave,” she suggested.
After a moment’s hesitation, Wrenley stepped in front of Katelyn, blocking her way.
“You’re not going anywhere, you murderer! This isn’t settled. You owe us compensation!” she exclaimed.
Vincent’s eyes glinted dangerously, his tone sharp as he said, “Move aside!”
His stare cut sharply through the tension, piercing Wrenley like a knife.
Her initial boldness quickly dissolved into fear.
Wrenley instinctively retreated. Vincent’s intense gaze reminded her of an encounter with tough wolves in the mountains.
Zayden hurried forward, blocking their path with curses.
“You’re not leaving that easily! Pay up first if you want to leave!”
He was determined not to let them escape. After all, where would the money come from if they left?
A young nurse, fed up with the disturbance, called out from behind, “This is a hospital, not a marketplace. Take your fight outside. Your daughter just underwent surgery, and all you’re concerned with is money. What kind of parents does that make you?”
Wrenley, intimidated by Vincent but not at all scared of the nurse, wasted no time in starting to curse at her.
“And who are you to judge us? Say another word, and I’ll rip your face off!” She rolled up her sleeves to reveal thick, calloused arms.
Years of labor on the farm had given her the strength of a man.
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