“I’m fully prepared to transfer the funds to the clinic today,” Arthur stated calmly.
“You’re not transferring anything,” Mark growled, moving dangerously close to Arthur.
“Mark, please,” I begged, stepping between them. “Emma is dying. This is our only chance.”
“Emma should be admitted to a local hospice, where she can die in peace,” Mark replied coldly. “I won’t allow a stranger to drag her halfway across the world for a bogus cure.”
“You abandoned us!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face. “You left when things got tough! You have no right to decide this!”
“I’m still her legal father,” Mark retorted. “I retain partial medical guardianship and I say no.”
Arthur stood still, his posture completely rigid.
“I already have the international transfer paperwork ready,” Arthur said. “All that’s missing are both parents’ signatures.”
“You’ll never get mine,” Mark hissed.
“Why are you doing this?” I sobbed, grabbing Mark’s arm. “Do you really want her to die?”
“I’m protecting her from false hopes!” Mark shouted, shaking me off forcefully.
“You’re just afraid of medical debt,” I shouted. “You’ve always been a selfish coward!”
“Watch your mouth, Sarah,” Mark admonished, pointing his finger at me.
“I’ll pay all the outstanding debts,” Arthur interjected. “You won’t pay a single cent, Mark.”
