Liam O’Grady was up on his feet at once, fists clenched.

“The f*ck do you mean by that?” he snarled, bristling.

He was looming over the doctor, his entire body language menacing in nature.

Bianca begged him to sit down and he finally sank into the chair, still looking daggers at the doctor.

Dr Ramon seemed unperturbed. He had obviously met a lot of distraught relatives. Sighing, he opened a small screen on the wall and showed them the scan results.

Bianca’s hands squeezed O’Grady’s large one as she listened in silence, barely aware of the laboured breathing of the man beside her.

When he was done explaining , she...