Bella’s serious condition

The door swung open, and a doctor in a green scrub stepped out, his expression neutral but weary. Theodore sprang to his feet and approached him, his steps unsteady. Fear gripped him like a vice.

"Doctor," he rasped. "How is she?"

The doctor removed his mask, revealing a faint frown. "We successfully removed the blood clots," he began. "But I'm concerned about the delay in her treatment. The clots should have been addressed immediately. Because of the delay, her brain has suffered damage, and it will take time for her to recover."

Theodore's stomach dropped. Delay? Damage? The words echoed in his mind, leaving him breathless. "What do you mean by delay?" he managed to ask.

"Aren't you her husband?" The doctor's gaze sharpened. "How could you allow her condition to worsen? She suffered this trauma days ago, and instead of prompt medical attention, she was left untreated. Do you understand how serious this was? She could have died."