Pressing my lips in a line, I walk over to them, where they stand harassing the receptionist.
"Why are you in my territory?" I snap at him, and he turns his attention away from the girl behind the counter, looking relieved.
"Your doctors wouldn't answer my questions, and one hung up on my wife," John says, pointing an accusing finger at me.
"Your point being?"
"She is our f*****g daughter," he snarls.
"What, now she is your daughter because you had no issues disowning her for five years," I snap at him, and he glares at me. Seeing him here when his daughter is on the verge of death pisses me off. He had no idea what she had been through. None of us did. “Leave!” I tell him, unable to contain my anger.
Ava grips my arm, and I pull mine away.
"Please," she says, and I look at her. I k
