Tears welled in her bloodshot eyes as she clutched Victoria's sleeve. "Ms. Sinclair, I'm begging you—don't stall any longer. What if Liam's condition worsens?"

Trapped between Alexander's unyielding grip and Victoria's trembling blockade, Amy's heartbeat pounded in her ears. That boy—her son, flaws and all—needed her. And nothing would stop her from reaching him. With a sharp inhale, Amy shoved Victoria aside.

"Ah!" Victoria staggered back, caught off guard.

"Victoria!" Alexander's expression darkened, and without thinking, he released Amy to steady Victoria.

Seizing the moment, Amy darted toward the doctor bent over Liam's small, motionless form.

Victoria's eyes widened. "Alex, stop her!" But it was too late.

Desperate, Victoria turned to the gathering crowd. "Please, someone help us! Save my child, and you'll be rewarded!"

Her words ignited action. Several bystanders, already irritated by Amy's interference, surged forward. The promise of both heroism and compensation was irresistible.

"Let me go! Now!" Amy writhed violently, but the strangers held her down with bruising force.

Her voice cracked as she screamed, "The medicine—it's in my pocket! Use it, for God's sake!"

Before she could finish, Victoria cut in sharply, "Ms. Sinclair, stop sabotaging Liam's treatment!"

Amy fought so fiercely it took three men to pin her.

Her furious gaze locked onto Alexander, desperation burning in her eyes. "I'm his mother! I raised him since he was a baby! I know his condition better than anyone. Alex, you'd trust a stranger over me?"

Victoria stepped between them, her expression dripping with disdain. "Ms. Sinclair, when you were never home, when you abandoned Liam, did you remember you were his mother? Now that he's suffering, you're blocking his care? What kind of game are you playing?"

The crowd erupted in murmurs.

"Wait, she's the mom?"

"Never around, never cares, and now she's making things worse?"

"Disgusting. What kind of mother does that?"

"Probably wants to dump the kid and run off with some rich guy."

"Monster."

The accusations flew, painting Amy as the villain with no proof but their own assumptions.

The doctor hesitated, thrown off by the chaos.

Alexander noticed and snapped, "What are you waiting for? Move!"

The doctor steeled himself—just as a small figure slipped through the crowd.

Oliver, quick as a shadow, snatched the spray bottle from Amy's pocket. Before anyone could react, he dashed to Liam's side and sprayed the medicine straight into his mouth and nose.