Chapter 4

The hospital room door swung open, and Fiona froze the moment she saw me.

"You're the one who was in that operating room?"

With a mocking expression, I looked at her and said, "Let me guess. Zach turned out to be perfectly fine, just like every other time, right?"

Before Fiona could respond, the intern hurriedly asked, "Mr. Sullivan, have you made up your mind? Are you going to have your leg amputated or not? If you choose to go through with the amputation, we need to operate immediately!"

Fiona's face instantly went pale. "Amputation? What's going on?"

After confirming that she was indeed my biological sister, the intern explained my condition to her. When she learned that I'd missed the optimal window for surgery because she'd had my doctors reassigned, her expression turned exceptionally grim.

But a moment later, she made the decision for me. "Amputate his leg. We can't take the risk that he might lose both his legs!"

I clenched my fists and immediately refused, "No! I'm going with the more conservative treatment!"

As for what might happen if I didn't amputate my leg, I was going to cross that bridge when I came to it. At the very least, I wanted to wait until Alice got back. What if there was something else that could be done to save my leg?"

Fiona's expression darkened. "Why are you being so stubborn? Didn't you hear what the doctor said? There's nothing wrong with getting your leg amputated. Even if you can never stand again, I'll support you for the rest of your life. No one will dare make fun of you for being disabled!"

"I said no!" I shouted loudly. "I'd rather rely on crutches than have my leg amputated! We've already cut ties with each other! You have no right to decide for me!"

"Well…"

The doctor didn't know what to do.

Frowning darkly, Fiona immediately took her phone out. She pulled up the power of attorney letter she'd drawn up when she first found me. I'd been a minor then, so she'd prepared the document in order to secure her role as my legal guardian.

As she showed the file to the doctor, she said in a relieved tone, "Good thing I had the foresight to save a copy of all the important documents digitally. Here's the proof that I have power of attorney over Caleb, doctor. I can decide what treatment he receives, so just ignore his nonsense. We're going with the amputation. Conduct the surgery immediately!"