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AT NIGHT…I peek through the door and watch Emily sleep peacefully, which indicates she doesn’t have abdominal pain anymore. I close the door quietly with a soft thud and bring the phone to my ear.“Yeah, she’s asleep,” I tell Keith, who has just been on the call with me.“And what about you? Aren’t you gonna take a nap?” he asks.I walk through the corridor, my leather shoes’ heels click against the smooth marble. The hospital is quiet because of the few people present, most of whom are nurses looking after the patients.“I don’t feel sleepy,” I mutter as I reach the waiting room and take a seat. “Uh…You tell me, how’s everything going there? Any news?”“Nope. Marcellus has been really quiet lately,” he informs me. “Andrew told me that he’s been focusing more on money laundering than plotting against you. He even said he barely speaks about you.”“Huh? Are you sure about that?” I raise a brow.“Yeah, I guess?” he mumbles as if doubting his own words.I know he wouldn’t let go of me l
“A late-night blast ripped through a disused warehouse near the Thames. Detectives believe the sight was used for illegal arms deals between rival crime families,” I mumble to myself as I flip through the newspaper.Ever since I arrived in the United Kingdom with Emily, I feel as if I have lost my touch with the mafia. Except Keith keeps me updated about Marcellus, that’s all. Rest, I don’t know what’s going on.“Cookies?” Richard offers me as he sips on his coffee.“No, thanks,” I shake my head, still focusing on the newspaper.God, the constant chatter of the people makes it hard for me to concentrate on reading the paper.Yeah, I had asked Richard if he would like to come to the cafe with me while Emily has her meal and will probably rest afterwards. Now, here we are, sitting outside the cafe.As I finish my tea, I shove my hands into my pockets, take out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Holding one between my teeth, I light it. Inhaling the smoke once, I instantly pull out by h
Zack sits on the stool, pulling it closer to my bed. His face is looking calm for the first time in a while. But that doesn’t mean that deep down he isn’t stressing himself out. At least, that’s what I think.He rests his hands on the bed, and I move mine on his.“Does it hurt, right now?” he asks, looking at me. “Your stomach?”I shake my head. “I’m fine—” I pause and slightly lean forward.“What?” he shrugs.“Your eyes…Zack, don’t tell me. You were… crying?” I ask, sounding distraught as I notice the redness in his eyes, which normally happens due to crying.“What? No! It’s just…” he chuckles as he rubs his eyes. “Something got in my eyes.”“Oh, yeah?” I raise a brow.“Well, then, your hospital stays will not be more than three days, I guess.”“Don’t change the topic,” I frown at him.On our way to the hospital, Doctor Richard told me that I would only stay in the hospital for a few days. After that, I can come for therapy from home.“Listen to me, Zack, if you stay like this, then I
Whispering and mumbling echo in the air as Richard escorts me and Emily through the hospital hallway. Thankfully, the place isn’t as crowded as I expected it to be. The hospital looks pretty clean, but the chemical smell still stinks.When I look around, Richard stops at a door and opens it. I and Emily follow him inside as he holds the door open for us.It looks like a staff room. Doctors are sitting at the large oval-shaped table, which is covered with documents and files. Some of them seem to be working on certain cases, while some are flipping through files and sipping their coffee.“If the whole staff is here, then who is treating the patients?” I ask, raising a brow.“This staff is only arranged for Emily,” Richard answers, glancing in my direction.“Oh,” Emily mutters, sounding surprised.I’m glad that Richard did precisely what I told him to do.“All of them are senior and highly skilled doctors,” Richard says as he gestures toward them.“If so, then I guess I should expect a
Doctor Richard adjusts his glasses as he observes my face and eyes.“Hmm…,” he leans back in his chair. “So, it’s lymphoma?”I nod in agreement.“As far as I remember, you were diagnosed with cancer a few days ago?” he looks into my eyes.“Yes,” I mutter.“Well, then…,” he continues in a calm voice. “There is a possibility that you could survive.”“Really? What are the chances?” I ask.“Uh… Seventy percent?” he shrugs.Before I can open my mouth, Zack slams his palm on the table, making me and the doctor flinch simultaneously.“Hundred percent! That’s what I want to hear!” he says through his teeth.“Zack!” I hiss at him, keeping my hand over my chest.“No, it’s fine,” the doctor assures as he leans forward. “She will be alright, Zack. But for that, she needs to be admitted to my hospital. Just in case you didn’t know, I own a hospital now.”Zack and I share the expression as we look at each other. Unreadable.“But first, tell me one thing,” he leans back in his chair, rubbing his jaw
“Do I sound like I care about him right now?” I speak through my phone, which is squeezed between my shoulder and ear, while I flip the pancake with a spatula, using one hand and holding the pan with the other. “And what do you think I told you to look after?”“I know, I’m just saying be careful,” Keith mutters. “You have Emily with you, Zack.”I hum.I can’t tell if it was bad news or good news when Keith called me to let me know that he couldn’t find out if Fernando informed Marcellus about Emily. However, after all the overthinking I did over the past few days before we even arrived in the UK, I think he will not.Many cowardly mafias are reluctant to utter a word against me, and Fernando is one of them. I have already wiped out the men who were after Emily from the face of the earth, and I assume that should be enough for Fernando to watch his step, or else he will share the same fate as theirs.“Where is she, by the way?” Keith asks out of curiosity.“Dressing up,” I tell him.“O