12 Doctors Couldn’t Deliver the Billionaire’s Baby

Linda’s face tightened.

Marisol stood very still, heart hammering, realizing she might lose everything anyway.

Preston turned to Marisol, and for the first time since she’d met him, his eyes held something other than dismissal.

They held shame.

And gratitude.

“I have attorneys,” Preston said, voice low and dangerous in a different way now. “If Manhattan Memorial wants a fight, they’ll get one.”

Linda’s posture shifted. She recalculated, like a computer updating its odds.

This wasn’t about justice.

It was about which disaster would cost the hospital more.

Linda’s lips pressed together.

“This will be investigated,” she said stiffly. “Marisol Vega is to be placed on administrative leave pending review.”

“Paid,” Preston said.

Linda hesitated.

“Paid,” Cassandra repeated, eyes bright with exhaustion and fury.

Linda nodded sharply and left, dignity intact but shaken.

The room exhaled as if a second emergency had passed.

Marisol’s knees nearly buckled.

Dr. Ashford came to her side quietly.

“You did something extraordinary,” Dr. Ashford said.

Marisol’s voice trembled.

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