Sean snatched the consent form from my grasp, his eyes darting over the paper with my freshly inked signature.
His gaze lingered on the words "hospice care", and anger rose in his eyes. "I won't allow this."
The doctor reclaimed the document. "Mr. Lewis, Ms. Nelson is entirely within her rights to make her own healthcare decisions."
Sean turned toward me, desperation in his voice. "Sarah, gastric cancer isn't a lost cause. There are breakthrough treatments overseas. I'll track down the best specialists, even if it means selling everything, including the Lewis Group."
I chuckled softly, the taste of blood metallic on my tongue. "You mean the company you once called your lifeline when it was teetering on the edge? I offered my parents' inheritance, and you held me, swearing nothing would
