Thinking about it, I wanted nothing more than to slap Emma’s fake innocent face.

"I’m transferring Lila to another hospital right now for a new diagnosis! I will never sign that form!"

Seeing the anger in my eyes, Emma frowned.

"Leo, stop being unreasonable. You went home last night, but I stayed here all night without sleep. I watched the entire resuscitation process.

"I know you’re in pain, but this is reality. Can you please control your emotions?"

I let out a bitter laugh.

"You’re asking a father to control his emotions when his child’s life is hanging by a thread?

"Why did I even go home last night? Wasn’t it because your mom claimed her heart was acting up and demanded I go take care of her?"

A flicker of annoyance crossed Emma’s face.

"Stop blaming my mom, stop blaming me. It’s Lila’s fate that’s unlucky.

"You agreed to sign the form earlier. Now you’re backing out. Don’t you think you’re being overly emotional?"

How could a mother be so cruel?

I could not even bother responding to her detached attitude. Right now, the only thing that mattered was transferring Lila to another hospital for a new diagnosis and treatment.

This Emma standing before me was no longer the mother who used to play barefoot in our tiny rental apartment, splashing water on the floor with Lila.

I pushed the office door open and headed toward the ICU, dialing a familiar number on my phone.

I had not spoken to my family in seven years, ever since I married Emma. They had strongly opposed our marriage, and I walked away from my family’s fortune to start fresh with her in a new city.

But now, the only people who could help me were the family that had always stood by me.

When the call connected, I did not have time to explain. I could barely get the words out.

"Mom, Dad, please save my daughter. She needs to be transferred to the best hospital in the entire state."

Without any hesitation, my parents immediately got in touch with the top medical team in the state.

After hanging up, I glanced at the clock on the wall.

There were still two hours left until the transfer team would arrive.

Just then, Emma rushed over in a panic.

"Leo, what are you doing here? Stop making a scene and come sign the form. We already agreed to this. The entire medical team is waiting."

I ignored her and kept my eyes fixed on the ICU doors.

Seeing I was not responding, Emma grew agitated.

"Stop standing there in a daze! Come on, let’s go. Don’t make the doctors wait."

I turned and looked at her.

"Lila is still lying in the ICU, and all you can think about is harvesting her organs?"

Emma’s expression faltered, and she seemed flustered.

"What are you saying? She’s our daughter. How could I be so heartless?

"But she’s brain-dead now. There’s no chance of recovery. She’s just a shell of a person!

"And organ donation is such a meaningful thing. Lila always said she wanted her life to have value when we watched those documentaries on TV together. Isn’t this fulfilling her wish?"

Hearing this, my blood boiled.

A few months ago, Emma had suggested we watch some nonprofit documentaries about organ donation together. Lila had watched them with tears in her eyes. She was so kind-hearted, even at such a young age.

But now I realized it was all part of his plan. Lila’s kindness, my trust, all of it had been manipulated by Emma.

I summoned all my strength for not slapping her.

"Get out! I’m not going anywhere! No one is touching Lila. I’m transferring her!"

Emma staggered back in shock, and shouted at me.

"You’re forcing her to stay in this world just because you can’t let go. You’re making her suffer a fate worse than death. What’s the point?

"Her muscles will waste away, she’ll develop bedsores, her whole body will start to decay while she’s still alive! Why put her through that pain instead of letting her go peacefully?"

I glared at Emma, who now felt like a stranger, knowing that beneath her self-righteous words was a carefully planned, cold-hearted scheme.

In the midst of the standoff, a figure rushed over and grabbed Emma.

"Emma, are you alright?"

It was my mother-in-law, Sarah Hayes. Her eyes were filled with concern as she looked at Emma. Then, she turned to me, her face brimming with anger.

"Leo! Are you trying to hit Emma? You’re acting like a complete madness!

"Lila’s condition is beyond hope now, and it’s not Emma’s fault. Stop taking it out on her! She is as painful as you are!

"And what’s wrong with signing the organ donation form? The dead can’t come back to life! Are you planning to keep her body at home forever?"

As Sarah grew more agitated, her words became increasingly absurd. I could not control my anger and my eyes were red with fury. I raised my hand and slapped Emma hard across her left cheek.

The slap left her completely stunned. Sarah was completely caught off guard. She screamed as she rushed to check her face. She was clearly heartbroken.

I looked coldly at my hand, now red from the impact.

"Does it hurt? Good. Only a parent truly feels the pain of their own child.

"Get out! Say one more word, and I’ll throw this thermos at you!"

Sarah glared at me and her lips were trembling with rage. "Psycho! You’re nothing but a psycho! I’m gonna call the police!"

The scene descended into chaos. Emma was barely containing her anger and she demanded, "Leo, are you enough?! Have you vented enough yet?

"Come sign the form! There’s nothing more to say. You nodded in the doctor’s office earlier. You can’t go back on it!"

With that, she snatched my phone and forcefully grabbed my arms. They tried to shove me toward the exit.

Several securities heard the noise, and rushed over. But they stopped awkwardly when they recognized Emma.

She forced a smile. "It’s nothing, my husband’s just a bit emotional. No need to bother yourselves."

I refused to back down and kept shouting. "They were the ones who started it! If you don't stop them, I’ll make sure every patient's family sees what's happening!"

The securities exchanged glances and stepped in to separate us.

Emma was clearly frustrated and finally let go of me. I breathed a sigh of relief, quickly checking the time.

There was still one hour until the transfer team arrived. Just one more hour, and I could take Lila far away from here!

"Emma, what’s going on? We’ve been waiting for you all this time." A soft, masculine voice cut through the tension. It was Blake.

He glanced at Emma with affection, noticing her swollen face, and rushed over to check on her.

As soon as Emma saw him, all her anger melted away into tenderness.

"It’s nothing. Leo didn’t want to sign the form, so we had a little argument."

Blake turned to look at me.

"Mr. Hayes, your daughter is already brain-dead. You personally agreed to sign the organ donation form.

"The hospital deeply appreciates your generosity and sacrifice. I know this is difficult, but crossing this emotional hurdle is necessary.

"Rest assured, even though your child is gone, her life will continue in another form..."

I loudly interrupted his pretentious speech. "You’re lying! Lila is not brain-dead! Your diagnosis is false! Forget about signing any form. I’m transferring her now!"

Blake shook his head, feigning innocence.

"Mr. Hayes, I know you’re upset, but don’t accuse me without reason, alright?

"I spent nearly ten hours trying to resuscitate your daughter, staying up all night, and I still have other patients to treat. Yet you think I’m some kind of quack?

"We’ve prepared everything for the donation, and even the media is waiting. How am I supposed to explain this to them?"

Hearing this, patients and nurses nearby began whispering among themselves.

"Dr. Thompson is one of the best in the hospital. There’s no way he could misdiagnose."

"I think this father is just too emotional, making a scene."

"Ah, as they say, there's always something frustrating about people you feel sorry for. Dr. Thompson put so much effort into helping, and he’s still getting yelled at. This is exactly what medical harassment looks like!"

As the onlookers turned against me, Emma’s face showed a hint of satisfaction.

"Leo, you’re too emotional right now. Let’s go to the office and talk, okay?" She reached out to pull me again.

I was wary and took a step back.

On the side, Blake gave a signal to the nurses who had gathered.

Suddenly, some security guards appeared from nowhere, grabbed my shoulders, and shoved me hard against the wall.

Blake turned to the nurses and instructed, "He’s too agitated. Prepare a sedative injection immediately!"