The Replacement Wife — The Amputation Papers

Oh my God, he's your son. If we don't operate now, he'll lose his leg. Then let him lose it. He's been useless his whole life. Why treat him? Let it rot. Mutt is your son, Serena. You left him disabled. Aren't you afraid he'll hate Then let him lose it. He's useless anyway.

Respect the family's decision. Prepare for amputation. No, Mom! I don't want to lose my leg! The blood sample is ready. I'll take it to the lab to determine his blood type. Take him into the OR. Prep for surgery.

Oh my god, this is so stupid. Serena, your son is undergoing a surgery that could kill him and you're not worried at all? Why should I be? If he dies on that table, that's just his worthless fate. Mom, you weren't home and the neighbor said you were at the hospital. Are you

I'm fine. Mutt was brought in for emergency treatment. Arthur! How have you been feeling? Are you eating well? I'm fine. Good, good.

You're so much better than that bastard Mutt who's always ending up in the My God, lady, have you no shame? Your own son is in surgery and you're worried about someone else's child? How can you be so cold to your own son?

Shut up! Mutt is 18. I don't have to support a cripple. Signing the amputation papers was mercy enough.