Alternative Option
Damian's Pov
I turned to see a middle-aged woman with a kind face and a hint of concern in her eyes. She was dressed in a white coat, and a stethoscope hung around her neck.
"How's the patient's vitals?" she asked, her voice firm but gentle.
I frowned, taken aback by her sudden appearance. "Who are you?" I asked, my eyes narrowing slightly.
The woman smiled and held out a file. "Mr. Sparks, I'm your wife's gynecologist, Doctor Emily."
My eyes widened as I took the file from her. "You're...you're the one who sent me the parcel," I stammered, my mind racing with questions.
Doctor Emily nodded. "Yes, I sent you Lisa's report. I wanted to make sure you were aware of the complications and the risks involved."
I felt a surge of frustration. "Please, Doctor, I'm in the middle of a crisis here. I don't have time for this."
Doctor Emily's expression turned sympathetic. "I understand, Mr. Sparks. But I need to speak with Doctor Lee. He's the one performing the surge
