******"Doctor Anastasia, we absolutely agree with your views, but we are obligated to accept that the handwriting on the prescription is yours," another doctor kindly stated."I grasp the gravity of the situation, which is precisely why I implore all of you to grant me a mere twenty-four hours. Within this brief span, I am determined to unearth evidence of deliberate malfeasance," Ana replied with a profound sense of determination."Okay, as long as the CEO is not engaged in this subject, we can do it for you!" the same doctor promised Ana. "Alright, thank you!" Ana replied and hung up the call. "I do not see why we are aiding her. We don't know her well. She is very young, and I can see that her popularity stems primarily from her appearance. There is nothing extraordinary," the previous doctor, who had hostility toward Ana spoke up with a strong stubbornness that Ana was not a miracle doctor."I strongly disagree with your views, Dr. Perryson. If you admit to not knowing her well
***** Ana stood up, her whole body trembling, feeling too paralyzed to even move. The person she had come to find lay dead, and to her horror, she could not able to move as her legs went numb. "Oh God!" Ana gasped, her hands trembling uncontrollably as she stood frozen in place. She glanced down at her clothes, feeling a shiver run down her spine. Ana turned towards the door, her heart pounding in her chest, desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the house. But before she could take a single step, the door burst open with a deafening crash, and two police officers stormed in, their guns drawn and aimed directly at Ana. "Raise your hands!" one of the cops barked, his voice echoed through the room. Ana understood their suspicions and quickly tried to plead her innocence, her words tumbling out in a frantic rush. "I did not do this! I swear, I didn't! When I arrived, she was already dead," she exclaimed, desperation lacing her voice as she struggled to make them believe her.
*****"I swear, I didn't do anything! Elena was already dead... The blood on me... it's because I... I fell on her body accidentally," Ana's voice trembled, haunted by the vivid image of the blood-smeared scene."Ana, we're not here to accuse you," Phoebe's voice softened, though her eyes betrayed a deep disappointment. "But we have to face the truth. We lack concrete evidence. Whoever orchestrated this... they were cunning. They knew you'd seek out the nurse for proof, and they were there, waiting. It was a meticulously planned trap, and you unwittingly walked right into it." Her words hung heavy in the air, a chilling realization settling over them all.Suddenly, an eerie hush enveloped the bustling police station, drowning out the usual hum of activity. Phoebe's words trailed off, her gaze darting around the room, mirroring the confusion etched on Sonia's face.It was as though time itself had frozen, leaving them suspended in an unsettling silence."What's going on?!" Ana's voice
***** Not finding Ana in the room, Richard's concern grew, leading him to the bathroom in search of her. The doorknob yielded easily under his touch, revealing an unlocked door. Peering into the dimly lit room, his eyes immediately fell upon Ana, huddled in the bathtub, her tear-streaked face illuminated by the faint glow of the bathroom light. Richard could tell just how much the situation had rattled Ana's confidence. Without hesitation, he entered the bathroom and gently closed the door behind him. Moving closer to Ana, he took a seat beside the bathtub, offering his support and understanding without a word, letting her know she wasn't alone in facing her struggles. "Vulnerability doesn't seem like your style," Richard remarked, reaching out to gently touch her neck. She still had her clothes on in the bathtub. "Thank you for bringing me out of such a place, it was a scary place to stay. I do not know what would happen to me in the morning if I had to stay there," Ana mumbled sh
*****Ana simply shook her head in response, her attempt to ignore Richard's deliberate words proving futile. His habits were ingrained, his persistence unwavering, as he continued to navigate the intimate moment with a sense of determination and care."Just place your hand on my hand; that will make me know how to move smoothly," Richard said, his tone laced with a playful charm as he met Ana's gaze with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.Ana hesitated for a moment, uncertain whether to comply with his suggestive request. "I think I can manage on my own," she replied, attempting to maintain her composure despite the subtle allure in Richard's voice.Richard chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on her. "Come on, Ana, don't be shy," he teased, extending his hand towards hers with a playful grin. "Let's make this bath time a little more enjoyable, shall we?"Ana had to obey him even if she didn't want to, otherwise, this man would not deviate from his intention.She placed her hand over
**** "You seem like not aware of Richard Hill completely, don't you? If I can do that then I will not be in this place right now. My marriage with him would have happened long ago," Emilia said to the man with a huff as disappointment crossed her eyes. This was the sole reason she had never made a place in Richards's life. "I know everything about him, and if you are thinking about sickness, do not trouble yourself; your duty is to obey my commands word for word, without injecting your ideas into them," the guy said to Emilia, his voice irritated. "Then clarify everything you said because I am not in your body, so finding the answer is impossible without giving me the knowledge," Emilia yelled, frustrated because she had never been treated like this before, and now this man was speaking to her as if she were his servant or someone he paid for work. "You're going to use his sperm," he declared, his tone dripping with ominous weight, "which his mother has clandestinely stashed with
*****As the morning light filtered through the curtains, Emilia stirred from her slumber, only to find Richard absent from beside her, where he had slept soundly, holding her in his arms the night before. She got up and headed to the toilet before walking out of the room. When she reached the hall a message came to her phone. With a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, Emilia dragged down the notification bar on her phone and read the message. "Good morning!" it began, offering a fleeting moment of warmth amidst the uncertainty that loomed ahead. "You can find your breakfast waiting for you on the breakfast table. After you've eaten, please proceed to get into your car and make your way to the hospital. Rest assured, your bodyguard will accompany you. However, there is a conference meeting scheduled by the board members, and you will be required to face the media regarding the allegations."Ana's heart thumped in her ears as she read, then she continued, "Don't worry! there is
***** Ana held her breath, her chest tight with anticipation. She thought of Richard's promise, clinging to the hope that help would arrive soon. The minutes stretched on, and the weight of their stares pressed down on her. She had used words to delay, spinning them out like threads, weaving a barrier against their accusations. But she sensed the futility now. These people were like a storm, gathering force, ready to hurl more mud and slander if she remained silent. "Miss Anastasia, we do not have the entire day to wait for your answer. If you do not have any proof, then accept your fault and resign permanently, because you do not deserve to be a doctor," another reporter said with a harsh tone that cut through Ana like a cold wind. Doctor Perryson placed his fist on his lips, suppressing his laughter like a coyote stifling a howl. At that moment, a young boy entered the council circle, his steps deliberate and his face as solemn as the moon in a cloudless sky. He walked straight t