CHAPTER 3

The doctor came out with a heavy look on his face.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “We lost him.”

“He died?” Clarita asked the doctor.

“No! It’s not possible!” She grabbed the doctor’s hand, screaming as if she needed him to say it was a joke. “How? Why? Did I just kill someone?”

Her breath stalled. She stumbled backward, and Jack quickly held her.

Clarita cried as if her soul has been ripped open.

She cried with guilt. With horror. With a fear she had never known.

“It’s my fault.. I hit him.. I killed him..” 

Pamela cried harder.

“Mom, please.. please stop..”

But the doctor continued.

“We will prepare his remains for the morgue. You may..”

Clarita fell to her knees. Right there on the hospital floor.

Her children bent with her, hugging her.

Jack whispered, “Mom, please, let’s stand up.. people are watching—”

The billionaire.

The iron woman of Boston.

“I don’t care!” she cried. “I don’t care! I killed him!”

Everyone watched a powerful woman break into pieces.

They lifted her into a chair. She cried helplessly. It was too much for her to bear. Too painful.

“I didn’t even want to go out yesterday. I didn’t want to drive. I just felt like something bad was going to happen. I didn’t know I would hit an innocent soul. It was all my fault.” Clarita cried.

Jack tried to comfort his mom and Pamela, who was crying even harder.

Meanwhile, a nurse walked toward the stretcher where Kelvin’s body lay covered with a sheet, ready to be transferred.

She reached out to pull him toward the morgue gurney when something strange made her frown.

His arm felt warm.

Not the fading warmth of someone who had just passed.

Too warm.

She stopped breathing for two seconds and pressed two fingers to his neck.

A faint.. extremely faint pulse.

“Doctor!” she screamed. “Doctor!!!”

The doctor ran back in, confused.

“He has a pulse!” she shouted. “Very faint, almost nothing, but it’s there!”

The doctor stopped.

Stared.

Then ripped the sheet away.

“Get the crash cart! NOW!”

Everything exploded into motion.

Nurses rushed in. Machines switched on. A defibrillator was wheeled in.

The head surgeon ran back, eyes fierce with shock.

A thin line on the monitor twitched.

Once.

Twice.

“Charge to 200!”

“Clear!”

His body jerked.

“Again! Clear!”

The line jumped, dipped, then began to flicker.

“Come on.. come on..” the nurse whispered.

“Clear!”

This time, the line rose and stayed.

“He’s back,” the doctor breathed. “He’s BACK!”

And the room erupted into controlled chaos - medications pushed, oxygen increased, nurses shouting instructions, wires reattached.

They rushed him to an advanced surgical theater.

“We’re not losing him again,” the head surgeon said. “Not on my table. Begin!”

The moment the doctor stepped out again, Clarita didn’t even lift her head.

“Madam.. Madam?” the doctor said softly.

“No..” Clarita whispered. “Okay, you’ve taken his remains to the morgue? Please.. don’t tell me anything else. I can’t..”

“Madam,” he said louder, “he’s alive.”

Clarita slowly lifted her face.

“What.. what did you say?” she whispered.

“He’s alive,” the doctor repeated. “He regained a pulse. We revived him. We’re continuing the surgery right now. He has a chance.”

Pamela burst into tears again, but this time from relief.

Clarita grabbed the doctor’s hand with both of hers, gripping it tightly.

“Save him,” she said desperately. “Please.. I will pay anything. I will give anything. Just save him.”

“We are doing our best, ma’am,” he said.

“No,” Clarita said. “Do more than your best. If you need more doctors, call them. If you need more equipment, get it. If you need specialists, fly them in. Whatever he needs - give it to him. I am responsible. I can’t live with myself if he dies.”

Her tears still flowed.

Pamela hugged her tightly.

“You did the right thing, Mom.. you stayed for him. You’re doing everything possible.”

Clarita nodded weakly.

Jack placed a hand on her shoulder.

“We’ll wait with you, mom.”

Clarita held both their hands.

“I promise..” she whispered. “If he survives this, I will change his whole life. I may not know him well, but it’s clear he has been going through a lot. I will make everything right again.”

The doctor nodded and rushed back.

Clarita sat up straighter.

She was still crying. Still terrified.

But now, she had hope.

**

Across town, Kelvin’s house.. awarded to Patra.

Two real estate agents were already inspecting the living room with Benita.

“Yes, the house will sell very fast,” one of them said. “This area is in high demand.”

Benita smiled proudly.

“List it immediately,” she said. “We are ready to move fast.”

Patra walked in with her nails freshly painted, her smile wide.

“So? Will it sell this week?” she asked, sipping juice.

“Oh yes,” the agent replied. “Maybe even today.”

Patra clapped softly.

“Perfect,” she said. “Let’s get rid of every trace of my ex.”

Their son, Mike, stood by the stairs, watching them with sad, confused eyes.

He tugged Patra’s dress.

“Mom… did Daddy send a message yet?”

Patra sighed impatiently.

“Mike, go and play. Mommy is busy.”

Benita snapped her fingers.

“Boy! Go to your room!”

Mike walked away slowly.

His eyes welled up.

He didn’t understand anything, but he could feel that something was very wrong. He missed his dad, Kelvin.

**

And Dolph -

The man they were welcoming with open arms.

Was in his apartment laughing with his friend, Leo.

“You should see her, bro,” Dolph said with a wicked grin. “She fell for me within minutes. So cheap. So easy.”

His friend smirked. “So what’s the plan? You staying with her?”

Dolph burst into cruel laughter.

“Are you crazy? My real girl is coming back from London soon. Patra?” He shook his head. “She’s just a little side game. A warm body. I’ll use her, enjoy myself, then drop her. No strings.”

Leo whistled.

“Bro… you’re mad.”

Dolph raised his glass.

“To stupid women.”

They laughed again, heartless.

**

Back at the hospital -

After nearly three hours, the doctor walked out again.

Clarita stood before he could even speak.

“Doctor…?”

Pamela held her hand.

The doctor smiled.

“He made it,” he said softly. “The surgery was successful. He is stable. He’s young, and he fought hard. He’s a survivor.”

Clarita gasped, then covered her mouth again as tears poured down.,

Pamela sobbed with relief.

Jack hugged both of them, overwhelmed.

Clarita looked like a woman who had just witnessed a miracle.

“Can I see him?” she whispered.

“Yes,” the doctor said. “But he’s unconscious. He’ll need time. But he’s alive.”

Clarita placed a hand over her heart. “He’s alive.”

She hadn’t killed him.

She followed the doctor inside.

When she saw Kelvin, bandaged, breathing through tubes. Clarita moved closer and touched his hand gently.

“Thank you for surviving this,” she whispered. He was unconscious and couldn’t hear her, but she said it anyway. “You made me really happy. You’re my hero… my superhero.”