Sylvia's indifference angered Robert.

  There was still an IV needle in the back of his hand, but he was clenching his fists in anger.

  "Sylvia, I think you're really crazy. We have nothing to do with her. Are you not ashamed to say this? What do you think is the reason our family fell apart? Who did we give our money to? Did you forget? You've given more to Leila than Lilia. Then what about that daughter who you said was good? You went all the way to Jakarta, but did you see her face? Where is she now? Does she still care about us?"

  Robert managed to shut Sylvia's mouth. The momentum also instantly died down.

  Even the woman sat angrily at the end of the bed. She looked at Robert, her eyes slowly turning red. "I don't care, after all, the press conference is over. Now the whole world knows who Lilia is. There's no point in complaining about that to me. I can't accept that she can live lavishly and be happy while we suffer!"

  "As for my daughter Leila, she must be having a hard time. You can't compare her to Lilia. Leila is my biological daughter and yours too. The two of them are completely incomparable!" She added, pouring out her anger.

  "That doesn't make sense!" Robert put his arm on his forehead with a tired gaze, and closed his eyes with a heavy expression. A few seconds later, he moved the wrist again, feeling that it was sore.

  He raised his arm and looked, only to find that the IV needle had shifted because of his fist, and the back of his hand was now swollen.

  Even the look on Sylvia's face was restless. But she was shocked when she saw her husband's hand, so she screamed and ran to find the doctor.

  Even though they fought a lot, she was still worried about Robert's health.

  In this world, only Robert could tolerate her cruelty and anger.

  What's more, the bankrupt Pangestu family is still waiting for his return.

  Because of that, she couldn't get into trouble.

  Sylvia ran outside and bumped into the doctor who heard her scream.

  The doctor who happened to come was Doctor Michael. When he walked into the ward, he saw Sylvia's panicked face.

  "Doctor, have a look, his hand ……"

  Before she could finish her words, Doctor Michael was filled with a sullen expression. "Why are you screaming loudly like that? This is the hospital, not your living room. We get complaints from other patients because your voice is too loud. If you continue like this, you have to leave the hospital as soon as possible."

  Sylvia felt embarrassed and confused, she just stood there still.

  The two patients in the same ward stood at the door and pointed at them at this time.

  In this room for three patients, they heard the couple's constant bickering every day.

  This room was full of cancer patients, why didn't they want to give them peace while they fought for their lives?

  At this moment, Doctor Michael gave Sylvia a fierce look.

  He snorted, then walked to the hospital bed and looked at the back of Robert's hand. He pulled out the IV needle. "Soon, the nurse will apply ointment to you. After that, the infusion can be continued when the swelling subsides."

  Robert was frustrated and just nodded. "Sorry to bother you."

  "It doesn't matter if you trouble me, but you shouldn't fight and disturb other patients. Look at him, he is seventy-three years old. Now he is more comfortable sitting outside the door hearing your fights. Everyone feels uncomfortable during chemotherapy, so respect them and be quiet."

  Doctor Michael grumbled for a long time, looking irritated before he invited two other patients into the room.

  After a while, the nurse also rushed in.

  She looked into the ward, then said to the doctor Michael, "Doctor, in the operating ward downstairs, a patient came in and said that the wound on his stomach opened again. They wanted you to come for a consultation."

  Doctor Michael looked surprised. "What kind of wound?"

  The nurse explained, "The report said that this wound had not healed for a long time, the ER suspected it as a malignant tumor."

  Upon hearing this, Doctor Michael agreed. "OK, I'll be downstairs."

  As the two of them walked out side by side, the nurse added emphatically, "The patient is in Ward 302 downstairs, and she's called Leila."

  "Okay, I understand!"

  As the doctor and nurse left, Sylvia came.

  She rushed to the bed and pulled Robert over. "Robert, did you hear that?"

  The man looked at her calmly without answering.

  Sylvia shook her arm. "You must have heard that too, right! Just now, the nurse said that the patient was Leila, right?"

  After all this time, she finally got the news about Leila. But after only a few seconds, even the woman's joyful emotions were replaced by panic again.

  She remembered what the nurse said just now, "What's with Leila? Why is there a wound on her stomach?"

  "How do you know if it's your daughter Leila? Don't bother worrying."

  Robert's face is ugly. He couldn't believe that the person in the hospital below was really Leila.

  After that incident, she avoided the Pangestu family.

  How did she show up at Minerva Hospital now?!

  He's really disappointed in his own kid now.

  Seeing everything that had happened, wasn't she the one who caused it?!

  At this time, Sylvia was scolded by Robert and forgot to answer.

  She pushed him away for a moment, and said angrily, "I don't care, even if she has the same name, I have to go and see her. It could really be our daughter."

  Sylvia immediately stood up and walked out. She turned around hesitantly when she stood in the corridor. "Do you want to go with me—"

  "I'm not going!" Robert refused without hesitation. "Even if it's her, her life and death are none of our business!"

  After hearing this, Sylvia sank her face in displeasure, then turned around and walked towards the elevator.

  No matter what, she had to see her.

  When Sylvia left, Robert suddenly sighed. He lay back down on the hospital's bed and looked up at the ceiling, vaguely feeling that his life had failed!……

  Downstairs, the surgical ward.

  Leila is seen lying on the hospital bed with a pale face. Her clothes are rolled up, the wound on her lower abdomen is swollen and ulcerated, and the skin is stained with blood, looking real scary.

  Mike sat by the hospital bed while Clifford came down to help with the admission procedures.

  Several doctors stood beside him watching, other patients kept their eyes on them.

  This little girl was badly injured.

  "How long has your wound not healed?"

  Doctor Marcus stood to the side and looked at her, feeling very strange. The gangrene looked like a symptom of infection, and the scar of the skin was distorted, obviously not sutured properly.

  Leila was gasping with pain, and when she heard the doctor's question, she replied, "Almost two months!"