"It's your choice to make," she said, her tone even. "I didn't come here to argue or to force anyone's hand. But please hear me clearly Mr. Zakaria didn't just fall ill out of nowhere. No, he was poisoned. Someone gave him something meant to shut his system down slowly. And from what I'm seeing, that poison is accelerating. Fast. He has maybe fifteen minutes left. Maybe. That clock is already ticking. If you want him to survive… if you want him to open his eyes again… if you want to see your father walking around and not being wheeled into the morgue… then let me do what I need to do."
She took a step forward, her voice unwavering, "You can argue with me after. You can call me whatever you want. You can throw me out, insult me, drag my name through the mud. I honestly don't care. But right now let me save him."
Hearing what Cecilia just said, the room fell into a stunned silence, but then, Linda's heels clicked loudly against the floor as she stepped forward with fire in her eyes.
