Chapter 199 We Did Our Best

• Her fingers could scarcely hold the pen. The signature she tried to write dissolved into jagged, meaningless lines as her hand trembled beyond control.
• Suddenly—before ink even touched paper—a door burst open. A doctor in scrubs rushed out, mask half-dragged beneath his chin. "The patient is crashing!" he blurted, urgency shredding his composure.
• Amelia stared down at the half-signed critical condition notice, the void where her name should have been gaping like a wound.