"What do you mean by that, Williams? You talk to me like that?," Robert yelled at the top of his lungs over the phone.
"I am very sorry sir," Williams said in a soft and cooled tone. "Sir, Emma is dying; she needs to undergo surgery, that's why I called you."
"What kind of surgery?" Robert asked gruffly. "She was fine this morning, why would she need surgery now?"
"Emma collapsed due to heart failure, the doctor wants to perform heart surgery," Williams calmly informed her.
Before speaking, Robert paused for a moment on the other side of the line. "Inform them to proceed with the surgery," he stated, maintaining his cool tone with a touch of acceptance.
"Thank you, sir," Williams said as relief washed over him. "I shall inform the doctor."
"And Williams?" Robert added.
"Yes, sir?"
