I Made His Wife’s Dress Now I’ll Marry Another Chapter 44
That night, the full exchange-chain materials entered ethics and medical review at both hospitals.
Three days later, the synchronized surgeries were scheduled. My mother would have her transplant the following Thursday.
The surgeon explained every risk, one by one. My mother signed her own surgical consent form. I signed as medical proxy and for emergency authorization.
When my pen touched the paper, my hand shook so badly I could barely hold it.
Julien sat beside me, but he didn’t place his hand over mine.
He simply laid his silver tailor’s pencil just below the signature line. “Write against it. The paper won’t slip.”
I looked at him once, then steadied my grip and signed my name.
In that moment, I understood something. Real support isn’t pinning down another person’s trembling hand for them.
It’s giving them a steady line so they can finish writing their own name.
During the pre-op consultation, my mother also confirmed out loud that if anything major changed during surgery, I was to decide based on the wishes she had already put in writing—not the Whitmore family by committee. Grandfather hated it.
But in front of the doctors, he had no power to object.