In the hospital corridor, Mindy quickened her pace, anxiety coiling in her chest as she approached her father's room. She had rushed straight from school, eager to share the encouraging news of the mysterious support she had received. However, as she pushed open the door, a stark scene greeted her.
Old Mrs. Sullivan, with an air of disdain, stood by the bedside, overseeing the preparation for Jacob's transfer. Michael, Jacob's brother, was coordinating the logistics, his face a mask of cold determination.
Confusion and distress tightened in Mindy's chest. "What's happening? Why is Dad being transferred?"
Mrs. Sullivan, her disdain for Mindy evident, replied coldly, "We've decided to move him to a hospital that can provide better care. Your mother's incompetence has gone on for far too long."