Anabel didn't see that coming. She wasn't expecting him. Yes, the nurse said Desmond, but why would it be the Desmond she knew?" The Desmond she had tried so hard to forget?There he stood, tall and composed, his dark eyes scanning the room with quiet intensity. He still carried that commanding presence, that confidence that seemed so effortless. Her fingers curled into fists. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Her mind reeled, struggling to make sense of this cruel coincidence. Then, suddenly, she noticed something. Desmond had frozen. For the first time since he entered the room, his steady composure was interrupted. He was staring at her and her mom, even at Jethro and Sylvester. It was clear he wasn't expecting to meet all of them in the same room. He hadn’t seen this coming either. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.She could see it in him. The tension. The uncertainty. He hadn't expected to see all of them. Not there. Not like that. Ana
"This is what I can do. I can help him recover. Yes, I'm not a doctor, but I can handle this type of case. Let's forget about what we had before. Let's forget the past. Pretend that you never knew who I am, and let me help the dying man." "I wonder why you are begging to help my father. You are supposed to leave, but it's clear you have some dirty plans." "Don't say that. I'm begging because it will hurt me most if I don't save your father when I can. My conscience will hurt me till I die. You have to understand my fear." Desmond said, and Sylvester laughed. "I will advise you to stop begging and leave. I had thought a reasonable person was coming, not knowing it was you. You want them to allow you to treat her father? Sylvester scoffed, stepping forward with a smirk. He turned to Anabel’s mother and Jethro, gesturing toward Desmond. “So what, should we just let him kill him?” Anabel snapped her gaze to Sylvester and glared fiercely. “Shut up! Don't say that about my father!”
Jethro was confused about who they were talking about and how the person was related to what was happening. His father was dying, and they were busy talking about an irrelevant person. “And what exactly does this so-called Vanessa have to do with the situation at hand?” He asked. His sharp gaze was fixed on Sylvester. “Why is her name even coming up right now when we are talking about my father’s life?” "I didn't start the topic. He started it." He said, pointing at Desmond. "Why did you go on to explain when you know it's not necessary at this moment? Because while you are busy throwing accusations, you haven’t once provided a single solution. You have done nothing but stand there and talk against Desmond. So tell me, Sylvester, what have you done today to actually save my father?” Sylvester opened his mouth, about to respond, but Jethro didn’t let him. He turned to Desmond instead, exhaling sharply before making his decision. “Desmond, at this point, I don't care about what
Jethro stepped forward and looked at the doctor right in the eyes. "We don't need to continue fighting over this. Do the needful by allowing him. I trust the nurse. Desmond will not hurt my dad when he knows there will be consequences."“Don't say never. You have to know how you trust people. If something happens to Sir Orton under his care, guess who takes the blame? Me and the hospital. For this, I will not let that happen.” The doctor said, and the frustrated nurse tried to speak up again. “Doctor—” But the doctor quickly stopped her. "Will you keep quiet? Enough of this nonsense. I will not let an unlicensed man experiment on Sir Orton. We have protocols.”The nurse flinched slightly and went back to her shell. Then Dr. Maxwell leveled his gaze on Desmond with an unreadable expression. “Listen, young man. I don’t care what you have done before. A specialist is on his way, and that’s who will be treating Sir Orton. Not you.” Desmond exhaled quietly. He doesn't want to argue with t
He walked near to Sir Orton's bed and started checking his body. Anabel watched as the specialist checked her dad's weak body. Minutes passed as he worked in silence, evaluating. Then, he finally spoke. “I need a filiform needle,” he requested and turned toward the nurse. She nodded quickly, rushing to retrieve it. Anabel barely blinked. She was watching every movement like her father’s life depended on it. And it did. Her father's life depends on whatever they were doing at that very moment. After a couple of minutes, the nurse returned with three packs of filiform needles and gave them to the doctor. Without hesitation, the specialist began to perform acupuncture on Sir Orton. The room was silent as the specialist struggled to save Sir Orton's life. And then...He stopped. The tension in his shoulders told them everything before he even spoke. They could tell he didn't succeed. He shook his head slowly, his expression unreadable at first. Then, he inhaled deeply and said the
A fresh wave of silence swept through the room. Desmond straightened slightly, looking at the man who had just given him the impossible task. Anabel remained silent. She didn’t fight it this time. He was their only hope. Sylvester, for once, had nothing to say. Desmond walked up to Sir Orton’s bedside. The room was thick with anticipation. Every movement, every breath, and every second felt crucial. He bent slightly, studying Sir Orton’s face, assessing his pulse with precision. He wasn’t a doctor, but his experience and instinct could tell him everything he needed to know. His brows furrowed slightly as he pressed his fingers gently against a specific pressure point on the unconscious man's body. He checked his pulse and opened his eyes with his fingers. “I need a new filiform needle.” He requested. The nurse checked the ones she had brought, but the specialist had used all of them. "I'm coming." She said and rushed out to get it. Anabel stood frozen, watching Desmond with despe
"Congratulations, Mrs. Anabel! You are four months pregnant!" The doctor announced. "Here is the test result. Take a good look at it."He handed the test result to her, and she went through it. Tears of joy streamed down her delicate face. She had been waiting for this moment for two years, since marrying Desmond.Her mind flooded with their love story. How he saved her from a dirty gang who wanted to rape her. How they got married and started living together.Though for the past few months, she was gradually losing her husband to a lady his mother and his sister wanted him to marry.They fired all their maids so that she would have a lot of work to do in the house. They abuse and treat her like a maid, but she endures it all. Now that she was pregnant, she believed they would support and love her again. She believes they will stop abusing her.She rushed out of the door and headed to her car. Once she got inside, she dialed her husband's number."Hi Honey, I have a good..." Her voice
They were still talking when Desmond walked in with Daniella, holding hands like couples. "Wow! My son and my potential daughter-in-law are here already! They look like a perfect match from heaven." Desmond's mother stepped forward and embraced her son. "Desmond!" Anabel called. "How can you cheat on me?" He turned his attention to Anabel. "I don't understand. What are you talking about?" "Do you want to deny it? Don't even try to. I called you this afternoon to share some good news with you, only to find out that you are cheating on me. I guess the husband snatcher picked up the call and left it so I could listen to her sick moans." "I've warned you to desist from calling my potential daughter-in-law a husband snatcher!" Desmond's mother intervened. "What good news do you have for him other than telling him that you found another sex style that will make you pregnant?" "Son." She turned to Desmond. "You don't have to be hiding it from her. You are doing the right thing. Daniella
A fresh wave of silence swept through the room. Desmond straightened slightly, looking at the man who had just given him the impossible task. Anabel remained silent. She didn’t fight it this time. He was their only hope. Sylvester, for once, had nothing to say. Desmond walked up to Sir Orton’s bedside. The room was thick with anticipation. Every movement, every breath, and every second felt crucial. He bent slightly, studying Sir Orton’s face, assessing his pulse with precision. He wasn’t a doctor, but his experience and instinct could tell him everything he needed to know. His brows furrowed slightly as he pressed his fingers gently against a specific pressure point on the unconscious man's body. He checked his pulse and opened his eyes with his fingers. “I need a new filiform needle.” He requested. The nurse checked the ones she had brought, but the specialist had used all of them. "I'm coming." She said and rushed out to get it. Anabel stood frozen, watching Desmond with despe
He walked near to Sir Orton's bed and started checking his body. Anabel watched as the specialist checked her dad's weak body. Minutes passed as he worked in silence, evaluating. Then, he finally spoke. “I need a filiform needle,” he requested and turned toward the nurse. She nodded quickly, rushing to retrieve it. Anabel barely blinked. She was watching every movement like her father’s life depended on it. And it did. Her father's life depends on whatever they were doing at that very moment. After a couple of minutes, the nurse returned with three packs of filiform needles and gave them to the doctor. Without hesitation, the specialist began to perform acupuncture on Sir Orton. The room was silent as the specialist struggled to save Sir Orton's life. And then...He stopped. The tension in his shoulders told them everything before he even spoke. They could tell he didn't succeed. He shook his head slowly, his expression unreadable at first. Then, he inhaled deeply and said the
Jethro stepped forward and looked at the doctor right in the eyes. "We don't need to continue fighting over this. Do the needful by allowing him. I trust the nurse. Desmond will not hurt my dad when he knows there will be consequences."“Don't say never. You have to know how you trust people. If something happens to Sir Orton under his care, guess who takes the blame? Me and the hospital. For this, I will not let that happen.” The doctor said, and the frustrated nurse tried to speak up again. “Doctor—” But the doctor quickly stopped her. "Will you keep quiet? Enough of this nonsense. I will not let an unlicensed man experiment on Sir Orton. We have protocols.”The nurse flinched slightly and went back to her shell. Then Dr. Maxwell leveled his gaze on Desmond with an unreadable expression. “Listen, young man. I don’t care what you have done before. A specialist is on his way, and that’s who will be treating Sir Orton. Not you.” Desmond exhaled quietly. He doesn't want to argue with t
Jethro was confused about who they were talking about and how the person was related to what was happening. His father was dying, and they were busy talking about an irrelevant person. “And what exactly does this so-called Vanessa have to do with the situation at hand?” He asked. His sharp gaze was fixed on Sylvester. “Why is her name even coming up right now when we are talking about my father’s life?” "I didn't start the topic. He started it." He said, pointing at Desmond. "Why did you go on to explain when you know it's not necessary at this moment? Because while you are busy throwing accusations, you haven’t once provided a single solution. You have done nothing but stand there and talk against Desmond. So tell me, Sylvester, what have you done today to actually save my father?” Sylvester opened his mouth, about to respond, but Jethro didn’t let him. He turned to Desmond instead, exhaling sharply before making his decision. “Desmond, at this point, I don't care about what
"This is what I can do. I can help him recover. Yes, I'm not a doctor, but I can handle this type of case. Let's forget about what we had before. Let's forget the past. Pretend that you never knew who I am, and let me help the dying man." "I wonder why you are begging to help my father. You are supposed to leave, but it's clear you have some dirty plans." "Don't say that. I'm begging because it will hurt me most if I don't save your father when I can. My conscience will hurt me till I die. You have to understand my fear." Desmond said, and Sylvester laughed. "I will advise you to stop begging and leave. I had thought a reasonable person was coming, not knowing it was you. You want them to allow you to treat her father? Sylvester scoffed, stepping forward with a smirk. He turned to Anabel’s mother and Jethro, gesturing toward Desmond. “So what, should we just let him kill him?” Anabel snapped her gaze to Sylvester and glared fiercely. “Shut up! Don't say that about my father!”
Anabel didn't see that coming. She wasn't expecting him. Yes, the nurse said Desmond, but why would it be the Desmond she knew?" The Desmond she had tried so hard to forget?There he stood, tall and composed, his dark eyes scanning the room with quiet intensity. He still carried that commanding presence, that confidence that seemed so effortless. Her fingers curled into fists. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Her mind reeled, struggling to make sense of this cruel coincidence. Then, suddenly, she noticed something. Desmond had frozen. For the first time since he entered the room, his steady composure was interrupted. He was staring at her and her mom, even at Jethro and Sylvester. It was clear he wasn't expecting to meet all of them in the same room. He hadn’t seen this coming either. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.She could see it in him. The tension. The uncertainty. He hadn't expected to see all of them. Not there. Not like that. Ana
The nurse hesitated before replying. "I have his number. I can call him now and he will come. But the problem is that the doctor is not in support of of it. I can’t do that without the doctor’s approval. If I go against him, I could lose my job." The nurse humbly replied. She dosen't want anything that will bring disagreement between her and the doctor in charge of the case. She is a minor, and she have no say. Her own was to obey and run errands. "I understand what you are saying and your fear. But you can't let things go wrong when you can do something. That’s my father lying there. I think I have every right to decide who treats him. I won't involve you. Anything that happens will be upon my head." The nurse smiled and looked up to him, "Yes, he's your father, but he is under care. He is currently under the support of the machine issued by the hospital. Your right is limited here. He’s not in your house. This is a hospital. We follow protocol. I can’t just call someone because
Suddenly, the sound of the beeping machine changed. It was as if Sir Orton was battling life and death. At this point, Sylvester's reassurance meant nothing. Anabel’s heart dropped immediately. The change in sound sent a wave of panic through the room. She knew that something was going terribly wrong.“Daddy!” she cried. Her voice was breaking as she rushed to his bedside.Jethro reacted immediately. He didn’t wait. He bolted toward the door and pulled it open so hard it nearly slammed against the wall. With the way he was rushing, all the staff who saw him could tell that something was wrong.He stormed into Dr. Maxwell’s office without knocking and blurted out, “Doctor! Something is wrong with my father. The sound of the beeping machines changed! You need to come right now!"Dr. Maxwell dropped the medical report he was reviewing and followed Jethro at a fast pace back to the room.When he entered, he scanned Sir Orton’s condition. He checked his body and noticed that he was getting
Back in the hospital, Anabel was standing beside her father’s bed, while her mother sat close. She has her tear-streaked face turned toward her husband. Jethro was standing near the door, with his jaw clenched.Soon, the door opened, and Sylvester stepped inside. He walked in smoothly, exuding a perfect blend of concern. There was a softened edge to him, as if he had carefully crafted the image of a man stepping in to provide comfort and support.Anabel turned at the sound of his entrance. "Oh! Sylvester, you are here already.""Yeah, I have to come immediately I ended the call." He replied."Who is he?" Her mom asked, looking at him suspiciously. She has never seen him before.“Mom, Jethro,” she said, addressing her family, “This is Sylvester.”Lady Orton lifted her head slowly, staring at the man before her. Jethro straightened slightly with a guarded expression.Anabel continued, trying to keep her voice steady despite the emotions clawing at her chest. “Sylvester is my business pa