He stood up from his chair and emptied the glass of whiskey in one gulp.
“This is how I wanted everything to be,” he muttered with a heavy smile that was more sinister than sweet.
He reached for his phone and dialed.
“Hello… arrange for the press to meet me at the hospital. Yes, now,” he said curtly, then hung up without waiting for a response.
A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.
“This is what you get for betraying me,” he hissed.
The suddenly his rage erupted. He flung the empty glass across the room, shattering it into pieces that echoed through the office like a warning shot.
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The doctor glanced at Thersa through the glass, his tone calm but serious.
“She may be physically fine, but emotionally… she’s still in shock. It might take some time.”
Rafael gave a small nod. “I understand.”
“She can be discharged today or tomorrow,” the doctor added. “Should we arrange for someone to come care for her at home?”
“No,” Rafael said firmly. “She’s my respon
