Chapter 6

Ethan POV

After Amelia transferred to the new hospital, I followed, only to be stopped outside the ward by a nurse.

"I'm her husband."

The nurse checked the system and shook her head. "Ms. Cross is not accepting visits from you."

I felt my expression darken. "We just had an argument."

The nurse wasn't swayed by me. "The hospital follows the patient's instructions."

Mr. Cross came out of the ward area holding treatment materials.

I immediately stepped forward. "I can find better doctors and arrange a more suitable place."

Mr. Cross looked at me wearily.

"You want to arrange things for her again?"

My outstretched hand froze in midair.

My phone rang at that moment.

Sienna was crying on the other end, her voice breaking. "Ethan, did I cause Amelia to become like this? If you hadn't come, I really couldn't have held on..."

I glanced at Mr. Cross and said into the phone with suppressed irritation, "Call your doctor."

Sienna cried even harder. "But I only want to see you. Now that I'm alive, it feels like I'm everyone's burden."

Mr. Cross seemed to hear the crying from the phone. He said nothing more and turned back to the ward area.

That retreating figure carried more weight than if he'd scolded me.

I stood outside the access control holding my phone, but in the end, I turned and left.

I went to Sienna's room.

Sienna was leaning against the headboard. When she saw me, tears fell first.

"Ethan, did I make Amelia misunderstand again?"

My expression was cold. "Rest well. Don't mention her anymore."

Sienna froze, then said quietly, "I know you blame me now. But if I hadn't shielded you from that accident back then, I wouldn't be lying here now."

I frowned tightly but didn't immediately comfort her like I used to.

Sienna seemed to sense my hesitation and reached out to grab me. "Do you regret giving me the surgery?"

I didn't answer.

The room fell quiet.

Sienna's hand froze in midair, panic flooding her eyes that she couldn't hide.

In the evening, I returned to our shared home.

The password still worked, but the place felt so empty it made my heart cold.

The seat where Amelia used to sit had been cleared out. Her everyday clothes were missing from the closet too.

On the living room table sat divorce papers.

Next to them was a copy of the medical authorization change form.

I picked it up and saw my name crossed out, Mr. Cross's name replacing my position.

Amelia had already signed the divorce agreement.

She didn't want me as her husband, and she didn't want me as her family member.

My phone lit up with a message from Mr. Cross.

"Amelia is settled. The new hospital will not accept your visits."

I sat in the emptied-out living room, still clutching that copy in my hand.

For the first time, I didn't know where to find her.

Early the next morning, I had my assistant deliver items to the new hospital.

The envelope contained doctor profiles I'd hastily gathered, and I'd also transferred a sum of money to a card. I thought that even if Amelia didn't want to see me, she at least wouldn't refuse things that could save her life.

Everything was returned by the service desk.

The staff processed it according to the notes, saying materials sent by non-authorized family members could not be directly entered into the medical record process.

When I personally arrived at the new hospital, my expression was extremely dark.

I stood at the service desk, barely containing my impatience. "I need to see her attending physician."

The staff asked me, "Please present your authorization credentials first."

"I'm her husband."

"Your access has been revoked in the system."

My fingers drummed on the counter, the sound heavy, my knuckles turning pale and blue from the pressure.

"Her body isn't well. She can't take that risk. Let me in, or call out her attending physician. I can find better doctors. I'll cover all the expenses."

The staff maintained that same businesslike attitude, even with a hint of wariness.

"Sir, neither the patient herself nor her family has given consent. We cannot disclose any private information. That's the rule."

It felt like I was losing her.