SEAN'S POINT OF VIEW
"I don't get what you mean," I replied with a narrowed gaze-- trying to wear a nonchalant expression.
"I am covering for Dr. Yrna's patients, including Miss Sevilla."
I felt a pool of blood rushing into my head, sending heat into my face. If I would look at myself in the mirror, I knew I would see a beet-red face, along with the sharp darts of my eyes. I hate myself for being too careless. Why didn't I think of warning Dr. Yrna to keep this matter with Calla between ourselves? Why did she choose Red's close friend to cover for her absence of all obstetricians out there?
"I am never betraying her. Not all things you want to hide means betrayal," I answered, giving her a sharp gaze. "I have reasons."
"There should be open communication. I'm sure she would understand. Why not make her a part of the plan?"
Why not make her a part of the plan instead of hurting her with my lies? L
SEAN'S POVI remembered the rapid race ug my heartbeats as I listened to Patrick. My mind was screaming its protest; I could already guess what's next. I stared at him, sparing a blink. Perhaps, Patrick had read my mind because his lips twisted into a sad smile, its corner etched with pain."I was already a step away from success, but he took it all and claimed the full victory."There was a time when the people already cried from helplessness and despair because of the virus outbreak that caused thousands of mortalities. Just when the leaders of the country almost gave up hope, Ric Abella announced his breakthrough regarding the discovery of a particular drug that saved the country from the brink of death."Not even one of his colleagues stopped him from doing that?" I stared at him in disbelief."It was a secret that only him and I knew."I already expected this, but the next thin
SEAN'S POV "Calla, haven't I told you many times to stay only at your room?" I said in a frustrated tone, right after the call from the president got fortunately disconnected. I drew in a deep breath, but another headache had then showed up at the doorway. "Sean, I'm bored to death! Can you at least give me a job?" She walked towards my desk and sat across me, throwing her other leg above the other before she pulled herself upright. "Calla, sooner or later, your face will appear on the screen. I don't want any trouble with the president, nor with Red." "Red, again! Haven't you any female employees? Why can't I be one of them?" I sighed, regretting the day I accepted the president's request to help her hide from the public and accepting Calla's plea to escape from the president. "How about going to other countries? I can help you with that." "Sean, I'm pregnant. It's difficult to
SEAN'S POV"Philip?"I called his name after some moments of observing him. There was a narrow slit between two stretches of curtains covering the ICU glass windows. Only one was allowed to visit each time, so I had to wait outside. I just couldn't barge in even if I wanted to; I was afraid I was just paranoid. I trusted Philipever since I started taking over the business, and he never once failed me except for occasional, wrong information.His eyes grow wide for a mere second, expressing his surprise, but he was quick to get back to wearing his usual, calm demeanor behind the mask he wore."Sir, I'm sorry for Dr. Red," he commented, turning a little to glance at Red.I nodded, then asked, "Why are you here, Philip? You should be resting by now."It was a long day for the two of us since I had him do many things regarding the transfer of business ownership under the TAG Group of Companies to Red
RED'S POVI dreamed I was standing on a mountain top, looking down at the cliff below. The stiff breeze coming from the sea that sprawled beyond the cliff ruffled my hair into a mess. Instead of listening to the chirping of the birds, the gushes of the wind, and the rustling of the leaves, I heard the beeping of machines.I felt the omen of death coming closer to me. Suddenly, I heard someone whispering into my ear. I listened carefully, and those whispers came with a sob. Who could be sobbing for me? I'm already alone in this world, and Eric did not love me enough that he would cry for my departure. Then I remembered I was already with Sean, but he, too, hadn't learned to love me yet. He was kind and showed me the respect I hadn't experienced with Eric. However, he also was not perfect. He loved someone else, and they were soon having a baby!"Red, please hang on. There are so many things you need to know. T
RED'S POV Eric understood that I did not want to hear those words. Throughout his creepy confession, I looked somewhere else. Where were those sweet nothings when I most needed it? I already got so fed up with his foul mouth and complaints that recalling a part of it made me feel sick. "Red, how did this happen to you?" I slowly turned my head to look at him, relieved that he changed his topic. I pointed a finger to my throat, telling him I could not speak yet. Sore throat is common in patients after extubation, and hoarseness of voice persists after a few days or even weeks. "I see. If you're bored later, and if you're no longer tired and sleepy, we can exchange messages." Just when he has the time to chat or exchange messages with me?I rolled my eyes, and he looked away, pretending he did not see me. My silence probably told him that I no longer wanted his presenc
RED'S POV I scoffed as I reread Eric's message. Of course, he wouldn't say anything nice to the man who gave me worth. He just wanted to let me feel that Sean just played with my feelings because he perhaps thought he was taking advantage of my vulnerability. He tried to prove it to me that I didn't deserve any special affection from powerful men like them, and that only he could bear with someone like me. I would never allow him to break my self-esteem again. The bed at my right ride side sank, and soon, Sean's arms draped around me. He then pulled me up and placed my head in his chest. "Have you already decided on the design of your gown?" Sean asked as he stroke my hair with his fingers. I shook my head then wrapped my hand around his abdomen, hugging him tightly. Though I already started to harbor doubts at him, every time he showed me his gentle and caring ways, I always melted like wax against a burning c
RED'S POV After a few days, my health improved. My voice also came back, though it still sounded hoarse. I only came back to the hospital once for my last hemodialysis and the removal of my intrajugular catheter afterward. An intrajugular catheter is a type of catheter inserted into a vein in the neck called an intrajugular vein. The catheter is used as a route for the exchange of blood from a person's body to the dialyzer and back to the body. The moment Sean wheeled me to the Hemodialysis Unit, a bouquet of red roses beside my assigned dialysis machine met our eyes. I pulled in a deep breath, wondering how Sean felt about this. "How does he know I will be here?" I whispered to Sean's ears while my eyes roamed at my left and right, looking for signs of Eric's presence. "Good morning, doc. Someone delivered these flowers for you," the nurse assigned to the unit greeted us with her bright smile while simultaneously loo
RED'S POV Sean looked around with watchful eyes, so I understood that he did not want to talk about Patrick here. I dropped the topic, and he kept his silence. However, his choice to keep his silence gave me a clue that Patrick was behind this. And the more my suspicion grew that he was the famous business tycoon the newscaster meant. Why would Sean do this? Why the hell would he support Patrick's moves against the president? And why would he risk his reputation over this crime? Just how deep was their grudge towards him that they need to involve innocent lives? Once we were back at our room in Laminae, I brought up the topic again. But before that, I decided to hit his weakness - every man's weakness- so that he would open up to me. No matter how I felt silly for thinking that it would work, I still wanted to give it a try. I no longer wanted to complicate things over this damned mystery. I went to th