Austin Sutton was silent for a long time before closing his eyes. "I'm sorry. I can't operate on Holly."
The moment she heard this, Old Mrs. Sherwood clutched her heart and gasped for breath, large tears streaming down her face. Jasper Sherwood rushed to support her. He looked at Austin Sutton, his dark eyes obstinate. "Is it because Holly's condition isn't suitable today? Then how about tomorrow? The day after? Dr. Sutton, when will be a good time?"
Austin Sutton lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over Heather's pale little face and the faint rise and fall of her chest. His eyes began to sting. Just yesterday, Heather had been joyfully telling him her dreams for the future, as happy as a little bird about to break free from its cage.
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "I'm sorry... There's nothing more we can do for Holly. I'm so sorry."
