In the luxurious private hospital suite, the air hung heavy with antiseptic and unspoken tension.
"What did you just say?"
Sandra, barely conscious after waking from her coma, stared in disbelief at the elegant middle-aged woman before her.
"My engagement to Tyler.. is already finalized?!"
The woman—her mother—nodded grimly, her carefully maintained composure cracking at the edges.
"Your grandfather sent representatives to the Luther Family yesterday.
The ceremony is scheduled for early next month."
"No! Absolutely not!!"
The words hit Sandra like a physical blow. She lurched upright, IV lines tangling around her as she fought against the sheets.
"I'm going to see Grandfather—I won't marry that bastard! I'm the Porter family's sole heir! How could they—"
"Sandra!"
Her mother seized her shoulders, desperation tightening her grip.
"The doctors said your injuries are severe! You mustn't move recklessly!"
"Let go of me, Mother!"
