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    Dolores arched a brow. “And? The surgeons are the ones with the skills to save him. Sitting here won’t change anything. I’d rather do something productive.”


    Lowell shook his head, speechless for once.


    Before Lowell could react, Lucille, who rarely raised her voice, snapped, “You’re not going anywhere! Your dad is in there fighting for his life, and all you can think about is a facial. You’re staying right here until he’s out of danger.”


    She marched over, seized Dolores’s hand, and pressed her advantage. “If you dare leave now, I’ll cut ties with you. You ungrateful girl—your father’s love for you waspletely wasted!”


    Dolores looked bewildered. “Mom, what’s the big deal? There’s nothing I can do here. Why shouldn’t I go get a facial?”


    Seething, Lucille hissed, “Forget the facial! Sit down and stay put!”


    Twisting toward Lowell, Lucille ordered, “Cut off her ess to funds. This is outrageous—she has absolutely no sense of decency.”


    The instant Dolores heard her mother’s threat, herposure shattered. “Mom, ”


    “I’m just getting a facial! It’s not like I’mmitting some horrible crime or disgracing the family. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?” Dolores challenged, crossing her arms.


    Lucille’s eyes shed with fury. “Because your dad is in surgery, fighting for his life, and you don’t seem to care one bit!”


    Dolores’s eyes turned red with emotion as she protested, “What did I do to deserve this?”


    “Because I’m your mother! And the man lying in that operating room is your father! Isn’t that reason enough?” Lucille’s voice sharpened with frustration.


    Overwhelmed by anger, Dolores spun to leave, but Lucille grabbed her firmly and pulled her back toward the operating room doors. Lowell froze, stunned—he had never seen his mother this enraged.


    Thankfully, after urgent medical intervention, Leon was no longer in immediate danger. He remained weak and pale as hey motionless in his hospital bed.


    Once Leon regained consciousness, Lucille sent both siblings away, insisting she needed to speak to him alone.


    Dolores fumed at her mother’s decision. As they walked out of the hospital, she grumbled, “I knew Dad was fine, but Mom just had to keep me there, wasting an entire day stuck in that ce.”


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    She continuedining, but Lowell stayed silent. Frustrated, she turned to him. “Why aren’t you saying anything? What’s wrong with you?”


    Lowell nced at her, his voice weary. “You just don’t know when to stop.”


    Dolores’s anger red. “Even you’re against me now?”


    Lowell frowned. “If everyone in the family says the same thing about you, maybe instead ofining, you should think about why.”


    “I know my responsibilities! I’m not running away from anything,” Dolores snapped.


    Lowell gave her a cold stare, then turned and walked away. Dolores stood there, stomping her foot in frustration.


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