Dawn broke. Jensen paced outside the operating room all night, his anxiety boiling over.
When the doors finally opened, he lunged forward and grabbed the doctor's arm. "How is my son?"
The doctor pulled off his mask, wiping sweat from his brow, his tone stern. "He had an intestinal perforation. We performed an emergency surgery. The boy has a fragile digestive tract. Why did you let him eat so much junk food?"
Jensen stared at the unconscious Ethan, heartbroken, then whirled to face Amber. "What did you feed him?!"
Amber trembled. "Ethan craved burgers and fried chicken wings, so I bought some—only a few times, I swear!"
"A few times?!" Jensen's veins bulged. "You knew his stomach was weak! When Susan was around, she never let him touch that garbage!"
"I didn't know he was this sensi
