12 Doctors Couldn’t Deliver the Billionaire’s Baby
“Marisol Vega,” she said. “Custodial staff.”
Linda’s eyebrows lifted.
“Security,” Linda said sharply toward the doorway. “I need this woman escorted out.”
Preston stood up so fast his chair scraped.
“No,” he said, voice rough. “Absolutely not.”
Linda looked at him as if he’d spoken out of turn in a meeting.
“Mr. Whitfield, with respect, your wife was just subjected to—”
“Saved,” Preston snapped. “She was just saved.”
Linda’s jaw tightened.
“Saved or not, this is a legal nightmare,” she said. “Practicing medicine without a license, liability exposure, potential criminal charges—”
Cassandra, still holding her newborn, lifted her head with a strength that didn’t make sense after what she’d endured.
“She saved my baby,” Cassandra said, voice quiet but lethal. “If you touch her, I will personally destroy you.”
Linda blinked, thrown off by the shift in power.
Dr. Ashford stepped forward, shoulders squared.
“I authorized it,” Dr. Ashford said. “I take responsibility.”
A ripple moved through the doctors, surprise and respect. Dr. Ashford was putting her career on the line.
Linda’s eyes narrowed.
“You’re admitting to a violation of protocol,” she said.
“I’m admitting,” Dr. Ashford replied, “that we were out of options and a woman with generational expertise did what we could not. If we’re going to talk about ethics, let’s start with the ethics of letting a mother die because our pride can’t tolerate learning.”
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