This was bad. No, this was really bad. Samuel slammed his foot down on the brake, his knuckles turning pale as they clenched against the steering wheel. A sheen of cold sweat formed across his forehead as the weight of what had just happened hit him like a speeding truck. The sleek luxury sedan lurched to a halt in the middle of the estate's private road.
Through the windshield he watched Amelia's figure storming away, and his heart sank lower with every step she took. Years of careful planning, endless consultations with the best specialists money could buy, millions of dollars spent on finding the right doctor, all of it now in danger of being destroyed because of one stupid glass of wine.
Samuel scrambled out of the car so quickly he almost tripped over his own feet.
"Dr Amelia, wait! Please, about ending the treatment—is it because of the drinking? The alcohol during treatment?"
