LOGIN“What's wrong?” Aston asked, leaning against Michael's desk.They were already in his office and Aston couldn't hold his curiosity anymore. This was a very crucial moment and any information now can either break him or make him.“Sign this.” Michael said, pushing a paper toward him.Aston raised a brow. “And what's that?”“Consent form. We need to be prepared for any inconveniences.” Michael's voice was low.Aston inhaled deeply and picked up the paper. He skimmed through it for a few seconds before picking up a pen and scribbling his signature on it.When he was done, he pushed it back to Michael. “Is this the reason you called me?”“Partially yes and no.”Aston's heart stuttered. “So why did you call me?” “I wanted to know how your sister is doing. Is she fine? Has her surgery date been fixed?” Michael asked.Aston sighed, releasing the breath he didn't know he was holding. “Are you being serious right now?” “I'm sorry if I scared you.” Michael apologized.Aston ran his fingers th
The next morning, Aston woke up with a splitting headache. His whole body was aching all over but he didn't even care.He found Excel behind his desk, deeply focused in the file before him.Aston cleared his throat but just as he sat up, his phone rang. He picked it up when he saw the caller was Micheal.“Aston, your wife's surgery would start in five hours. Are you going to come over?” Michael asked.Aston stood up immediately. “I'll be there. Give me thirty minutes.” He ended the call and turned towards Excel. “How's my sister? Is she okay?” Excel nodded, stood up and walked towards the coffee machine at the edge of the room.“She's out of danger for now.” Aston let out a sigh in relief. “Can I go and see her?” “I'm afraid you can't. She's already in the intensive care unit.” Excel replied.Aston ran his fingers through his hair. In his next life, he will still wish to love and have Camila as his wife and also Sienna as his sister. But he only wished both of them would be hale a
Aston's heart stuttered at his words. “My sister has been waiting? Is she already awake?” Excel shook his head, leaving the door open as he walked back into the room. “You can come inside.”Aston hesitated for a few seconds before following him in. There was no way he had expected the scene waiting for him inside.He gasped when he saw his sister. Five years. More than five whole years and this was the first time he was seeing his sister without a lot of tubes connected to her body.She was no longer in that glass room that made it look like she was some kind of someone waiting to be experimented on. Instead, she was lying on a bed with only a brain reading monitor, an oxygen mask and an artificial heart connected to her body.“How is she doing?” Aston asked when he finally found his voice.“She's trying so hard to shock everyone that's working on her case. Five years of no brain activity and suddenly her brain cells are responding so fast,” he paused, turning to face Aston. “I would
“What's wrong?” Michael asked when he saw Aston’s face.“Excel wants me at the hospital. I don't—”“Go and take care of your sister.” Michael cut Aston off sharply. “I'll notify you if anything goes wrong here.”“Call me before you take my wife into the OR.” Aston reminded him.He didn't wait for Michael's reaction before rushing off.He dialed Larissa's number just as he left the hospital. He knew something might end up going wrong so he needed a backup plan.She picked up at the third dial.“I was with a patient just now. I'm so sorry for missing your call. Is your wife okay?” she asked in one breath.“Can you clear your schedule for the next three days? I'll pay for your time?” Aston asked.Larissa hesitated for a few seconds before nodding her head. “Fine. What exactly do you want from me?” “I want you to come stay with my wife at the hospital.” Aston replied. “She's in the intensive care unit now and I might not be available when she wakes up.” “You won't be available? Have you
—Three hours later—Aston was sitting right outside the OR door. Sarah had provided details about the donor and all he was waiting for was for Michael to confirm that he's a match to Camila.The threat video had done a good job to remind Sarah who has an upper hand in whatever interaction they would ever have in the future.The door opened a few seconds later just when he was about to give up and Michael stepped out. Aston immediately got to his knee and hurried towards him.“How was the surgery?” He asked, his voice hoarse.“She's out of danger for now but I need to place her in an intensive care unit as her condition is so delicate now.” Michael explained.Aston sighed in deep relief. Even though it wasn't fully good news, it was enough news to keep him going. As long as she's alive and has a chance of survival, he won't stop fighting for a way to save her.“Did you find a donor?” Michael asked.Aston nodded. “Yes, I did. I'm cleaning up the mess you left behind because I want all
Sarah cleared her throat. “I want to save a life.” Aston placed his hand on the table. “Are you going to talk or not?”She hesitated for a while before opening her bag. Then she brought out a paper, unfolded it and slid it towards Aston.“I want that.” Aston's gaze shifted to the paper, a frown appearing on his face when he saw the image on it.“Are you kidding me?” He snapped. Sarah maintained an innocent face. “Is something wrong?”“You want me to give you the first gift I handed my wife?” Aston asked to be sure.“You want a rare heart donor to save your wife's life.” Sarah shot back.Aston gritted his teeth and got to his feet. “You have to be so delusional to think I'll do that.” “You're the one that's delusional, Mr. Winston. Your wife's scheduled retransplant is in less than three days. Do you think you're in a position to try renegotiating what a donor wants.” Sarah spat.“Camila said you're really dumb as fuck and I think that's so true. It will take me less than ten hours
Her throat suddenly went dry, that was Miles's voice, her… she pressed down on her lips not sure what to call him now.“Hello,” a female voice called. “Hello, how may I help you?”“Who's that?” Another familiar voice asked. She recognized it immediately as Pete, the personal doctor Miles had hired
Camila's car pulled up in front of the packing lot of the Winston corporation. The drive from the main entrance to the packing lot took her more than ten minutes. She took three pills of the new bottle of medicine and fastened her watch on her wrist before stepping out of the car.“This is just th
Camila's heart stuttered. “Wh-What’s that supposed to mean?” The woman raised the bottle up. “This isn't Sacubitril as labelled on the bottle but Digoxin. It's still a pill for the heart but if you consume three pills of it regularly, it won't be helping you anymore but harming you.” She paused a
“Who delivered this?” Camila asked sharply, spranging out of her chair.Margaret, the mansion's caretaker, hesitated. “A delivery guy.”“I'm sorry, ma'am.” She added immediately, lowering her head. “I should have asked for your opinion first.”Camila's hand tightened around the file, the heart moni







