Bianca's POV
I woke up to the sound of machines beeping rhythmically, their monotony punctuating the sterile atmosphere of the hospital room. Blinking away the haze of sleep, I glanced around, momentarily disoriented. Then it all came rushing back—my harrowing labor, the loss of my daughter, and the heartlessness of Damon's words.
He left me with no choice. I signed the divorce papers and sent them to him by courier service. It's clear that there is nothing between us anymore. The only thing that could be between us is my son who he obviously doesn't want.
My heart weighed heavy in my chest, as tears forced to come out from my eyes. I clutched my hands. I knew I had to gather my courage and strength. My son is still there. I had to be strong for him.
Sitting up in the hospital bed, I scanned the room until my gaze settled on an unfamiliar face—a middle-aged man in a white lab coat, his expression a mix of concern and professionalism. He seemed like a doctor to me, and I braced myself for whatever news he might bring.
"Good morning," he greeted me gently, sensing my awareness. "I'm Dr. Anderson. How are you feeling today, Miss Bianca?" His voice was soft, and soothing even as if he understood the pain I carried within. My eyes zoomed on him. 'Psychiatrist,' I watched his Id and guessed the nurse sent for him being how unusual I was before. I mustered a weak smile and replied honestly, "Physically, I'm recovering. Emotionally… I'm trying my best."
Dr. Anderson nodded, empathy etched in his eyes. "Understandably. The loss you have experienced can take a heavy toll on your emotional well-being. We must address both aspects of your recovery." He paused for a second, and continued with seriousness, "Have you ever been diagnosed with depression?"
His question caught me off guard. Depression? I had never considered it before, but perhaps it made sense given the circumstances. I pondered his words for a moment before shaking my head. "No. I mean, I'm just going through a difficult time right now, but I'll be okay. I have to be."
The doctor's gaze softened even further, his voice tinged with sincerity. "Bianca, it's crucial that you allow yourself to heal. Your emotional well-being matters just as much as your physical recovery. I would strongly recommend speaking with a therapist who can help you navigate through these challenging times."
Though reluctant, I understood that he spoke from a place of genuine concern. Perhaps seeking professional help wouldn't be a sign of weakness, but rather a step toward healing. I nodded slowly, contemplating his suggestion.
"I will… consider it," I replied hesitantly, acknowledging the weight of his words.
Just as I pondered my next steps, the doctor's expression brightened slightly, and he said, "Oh, by the way, someone came to visit you earlier. It seemed he was the person who brought you to the hospital. He was quite worried about your well-being. Would you like me to bring them in?"
Curiosity piqued, I nodded, eager to discover who cared enough to check up on me, when even my child's father doesn't care about us. I couldn't help but feel a sliver of gratitude towards this person who had brought me to the hospital. I had to be after all, without him me and my children could have died… I stopped bad thoughts from engulfing me any further and waited for the man's visit.
The door creaked open, and my attention shifted to the figures that entered the room. The first person to step inside was an elderly gentleman with a gentle countenance. His silver hair and furrowed brow were a testament to a life well-lived, and his eyes shimmered with a mixture of concern and relief.
Beside him stood a younger man, his features mirroring those of the older gentleman. It was clear that they were related—father and son, perhaps. Their presence in my room stirred a curious mix of emotions within me—curiosity, hope, and uncertainty.
The older man's voice was laced with emotion as he spoke, "Are you doing well? I received word of what happened, and I couldn't bear the thought of you being alone during such a difficult time."
Confusion clouded my mind. Who was this man, and why did he care so deeply for me? Sensing my bewilderment, he continued, his voice trembling slightly, "I'm sorry, my dear. I should have come earlier…" The man continued, "Where is your mother, father, and umm… family?"
I shook my head, and claimed, "I'm an orphan…"
The old man's eyes became watery, as he repeated, "I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"
I was confused, and couldn't grasp the situation. We are just strangers, so why is he caring for me so nicely?
"You see, I am your grandfather…" he finally disclosed, making me stunned.
My heart skipped a beat, the revelation striking me like a bolt of lightning. The concept of having a family, of belonging to someone, had always been foreign to me. I had grown up as an orphan, navigating life's challenges on my own. But now, standing before me, was a man who claimed to be my grandfather—the missing link to a hidden past.
Emotions welled up within me, a maelstrom of hope and longing. Could it be true? Could I finally have a family, someone to lean on in times of darkness? I searched his eyes, seeking the truth.
"I'm an orphan," I whispered, my voice quivering. "I never knew my parents. How can this be?"
Tears glistened in the old man's eyes, and he reached out, placing a hand on my arm. "My dear, I don't know what you have gone through, but I'm your mother's father… Look at the photo, you both look so alike…" he said, stretching out a photo on my hand.
There was a woman in the photo, she was just like my twin. My heart started beating faster. Do I really have a family?
"I also checked the DNA… There's no way, you're not related to me…"
His words resonate deeply within me, a bittersweet realization dawning. During all those years of loneliness and longing, I had unknowingly yearned for the love and connection that family could offer.
The younger man stepped forward, his voice filled with warmth. "Bianca, I'm Alex, your cousin."
I looked from one face to another, my heart swelled with a mix of emotions. I was confused about what to do. Should I hug them? On one side, I was boiling with rage and my heart bled with sadness. However, on the other hand, I was happy but confused about gaining a new family.
*Bianca's POV* I shifted uncomfortably in the plush leather armchair, my eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings of my so-called grandfather's house. The spacious living room was adorned with antique furniture, ornate vases, and expensive art pieces — everything that screamed wealth and privilege. It was a far cry from the tiny apartment I had been living in, but it also made me feel like an outsider, a fish out of water. Did I really belong here? I questioned this repeatedly in my mind. He is my family but I don't even know what to behave like toward him. I couldn't help but question their kindness. I had always been living my life alone, and now that someone is finally taking care of me, it feels unalike and strange. However, despite my initial doubts, my grandfather and cousin had been nothing but kind and accommodating. I didn't want to move in with them at first, but when I noted all the money I had left, and the future cost, moving with them was the best choice especially whe
*Bianca's POV* Three years had passed already. During this time, my life had been completely transformed. I had been living with my grandfather and cousin, who had been nothing but kind and supportive of me. They didn't let me move out, and nor did I think I was eligible to move out and take care of my son on my own. With their help, I was able to continue my studies while working at the Serenity Hospital, where my son was born. It was the ideal place where I dreamed to work after I graduated. The Serenity Hospital was one of the best hospitals in the country, and my grandfather turned out to be its owner. After living with him for these years, I realized that he had always been passionate about healthcare. So, it was no surprise that he had built such a successful empire in the medical field. Not only him but my mother too. I would hear stories about her some time as well. "I wonder, if I didn't meet grandfather at that time, what was going to happen to my life…" I mumbled. I sh
*Bianca's POV* My mind buzzed with my grandfather's plea as I continued to work through the rest of the day. "Doctor Bianca… Doctor BIANCA?" I snapped out of my thoughts, and told her about the report, as I tried hard to focus on my work. Guilt gnawed at my conscience, tugging at my heartstrings. How could I refuse to help someone in need, especially after all that my grandfather had done for me? I can't believe, I am being so selfish, shameless, and heartless, after all this. His words echoed in my mind, reminding me of the compassion and kindness he had shown me over the years. I heaved a sigh. I couldn't let something personal hold me back from fulfilling my duty as a doctor. After all, what were the chances of running into Damon in such a vast city like Los Angeles? It was a bustling metropolis, teeming with countless faces and stories. It would only be one in a million chances! Surely, the universe wouldn't conspire to bring him into my path again! With a newfound determinati
Bianca's POV Why? Just why did I have to run into him now? I just arrived here. Shouldn't I be given a moment to breathe admist all of this? I knew I was going to run into him no matter how I tried not to. However, I did not expect that it would be so soon. Should I just run away. The fact that Mr Derek is staring at me intently and his son is right behind me gives me chills. I am not prepared for this. I thought I would be, but this is a lie. It is like fear is surging through me. “Are you my father's doctor?“ I heard him ask, after noticing the silence. I did not plan to turn around immediately. At this juncture, that is unavoidable. I slowly turned, trying to compose myself. I will do a great job not falling to my knees when I look at him. Why am I like this? “Yes.“ I answered, slowly turning around. My eyes met with his the moment I swerved around, my breath itched in my throat. His eyes depicts shock on seeing me. I saw the same familiar look I have seen before in the
Bianca's POV I am back from the mall. I can't believe what I had to see just when I got there. He is dating Aileen now? They used to call themselves best friends. Who would have thought they had something going on? Even so, that shouldn't bother me much. It's none of my business. I should only maintain a businesslike relationship with him. I entered the apartment and dropped the things I bought. Then my baby rushed outside from his room with a wide smile on his face. Dion is the joy of my life, he's everything to me after all that I've been through to have him. “Mommy!“ He ran into my arms, I crouched down to hug him. He is such a joy to watch. “Dion! You shouldn't run around the house like that… Oh, you're here miss.“ Mia came running out of the room. She stopped on seeing me. “I told you to stop calling me that countless times. I didn't say anything yesterday because I was tired. We are of the same age, just call me by my name.“ I complained to her. She nodded with a smi
Bianca's POV What does she want from me? As far as I am concerned, she bumped into me on purpose yet I apologized like a sensible person would do. She is chewing makeup like a crazy person and giving me death glares. I should be the one doing that and not the other way around. "It's you?" Aileen said trying to show disgust. In reality, I am the one who should be disgusted with seeing her face. How do people deal with someone like her to the extent of not blowing up? "I don't think I have anything to say to you. Then, I'll excuse myself now." I said to avoid her. But this bitch doesn't want to stay out of my way. She stopped me from moving just to annoy me. I am not in the mood to fight, and this is a hospital. It's not proper for me to fight even if I am being bothered. "What do you want from me? I don't have time for this. I have a patient to check on." I asked, knowing she was out for trouble and I didn't have time for that. "Why would I wa
Damon's POV Watching Bianca fight with Aileen is infuriating. Do I have to settle whatever those two have between them? Why is it always Bianca? It's not enough that she suddenly appeared out of nowhere after a long time. Why is she making things hard for me? I thought I would just be getting the best doctor to treat my father and I was wondering who this could be. An oncologist who is the best? That person is Bianca? The same Bianca I married years ago and left. Would she actually be able to take care of my father like a real doctor would? Without taking out her anger towards my father? "You've really got the nerves to talk back at me Bianca. I don't know if I should smile at you or not?" I stated bluntly, clearly I was talking without thinking. Seeing her gives me a little bit of anxiety. I didn't hear from her for a long time. She has really changed a lot. She is no longer the submissive girl she used to be. "I don't need your smile. You should know how to act professionally
Damon's POVWhy did she have to come back? She's just making things worse than it already is for me. Did dad ask her to come back on purpose? It couldn't have been my father who made her come back right? I just don't like seeing her around at all. "Not again. Are you stalking us? Don't you think you should give up at this point?" Aileen blurted out. Instead of reacting, she just ignored us and walked away. This made Aileen mad, she stopped in front of my father's room. "Did you just ignore us?" Aileen asked pained. "You both need to understand that I don't live for you. I have a life and a job you know." She said to the both of us and entered my father's ward. Aileen wanted to say something. I stopped her. I dragged her out of the hospital and made her get into the car. These days, I don't even know how to deal with her. "How dare she talk to us that way? Just because she became a doctor, she thinks she is all that great!" Aileen lamented as I started the car. She did not stop