Chapter 157: "Pack Claims and Bitter Choices"
(Victoria's POV)
The hospital room was quiet, but it wasn’t peaceful. The air felt thick, heavy with questions no one dared to ask. My father paced back and forth across the room, his boots clicking against the tile floor. Each step grated on my nerves.
"Father, stop it!" I snapped, my frustration boiling over. My voice cracked under the pressure I’d been holding in. "Pacing won’t solve anything!"
He paused mid-step, his mouth tightening. His sharp gaze landed on me, but he said nothing. My mother sat in the corner, her arms crossed and her face unreadable. She wasn’t saying much, but I could feel her mind working.
"We need a plan!" I pressed, my voice still taut. "How are we supposed to fix this? How do we stop that examination? How
