56: You keeping a secret from me?

YVONNE —

As we arrived at the hospital, Liam was admitted into a private ward, a VIP section.

However, the nurses prevented me from entering the room. I sat in the waiting room, waiting for the doctor who led my child in so I could talk with him. There was no way my child would be treated in my absence because I knew what these local hospitals were capable of and what they were not.

Just then, a female staff dressed in a white long suit emerged from the passageway, and I rushed over to her.

"Please, I need to see the doctor in charge of my son," I demanded.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but he's busy in there, attending to your son," she responded.

"Please, I need to get in there. I want to be present while the treatment is going on," I stated, but she gazed at me with scrutiny.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but that's not how it's been done here. Your son is in a private ward and being taken care of. You will see him when the treatment has been completed," she replied.

"There is no way that is going to hap