"Thank you so much for signing the consent form, Miss Anderson. We will start the operation now," the doctor said with a mixture of professionalism and underlying tension. They stood in front of the operation theatre, a place that held both hope and uncertainty.
As soon as Arabella woke up, her groggy mind was met with the proposal of the consent form. Instantly, her exhaustion and anxiety mingled, fueling her fiery response. Signing that consent form meant acknowledging the stark possibility of something going terribly wrong during the operation—a thought that Arabella refused to accept.
But she wasn't going to accept that. No consent form can stop her from creating a destruction if anything happens to her son. She is going to burn down the whole hospital if anything happens to her son.
