Lawrence's POV.I stared out the windows of my office.So many thoughts flowed through my head.There was so much I needed to do.So much needed to be done in the company.I kept staring out the window, and screening through my thoughts when my phone beeped.It had been beeping all day.It turns out that so many people still remember.I decided to go out.While coming to the office, at first, the faces of everyone showed a lack of expression.They were just carrying out their normal day-to-day activities.I walked past everyone and headed for the office.At first, I had thought no one cared, but the messages kept coming.Just that they weren't coming from the people close to me, just from companies and people whom I shared a formal relationship with.I still didn't mind.I tried not to mind it all.I walked towards the office door and walked out of it.I noticed the mood of the staff changed into that of confusion.I didn't understand what was happening.Dylan started hopping towards
Camilla's POV.As I step out of the operating room, a rush of relief floods my senses, washing away the tension that had gripped me throughout the surgery. Each step down the corridor feels lighter as if the weight of responsibility has been momentarily lifted from my shoulders. The sterile scent of antiseptic gives way to the comforting aroma of the hallway, signaling the end of another successful procedure.Entering my office, I feel a sense of calm washing over me, like coming home after a long journey. I take off my surgical clothes, exchanging them for the familiar comfort of my lab coat.I sink into the plush chair behind my table, hoping to nap for a few minutes. Just then the adrenaline that had fueled me through the surgery began to ebb, leaving behind a pleasant sense of fatigue. Closing my eyes, I take a moment to relish the quiet stillness of my office, a stark contrast to the controlled chaos of the operating room.But then I couldn't sleep, for some reason I was worr
Camilla's POV.I left George at the hospital.The doctor said he should be admitted so that he would be looked after by the nurse there.I couldn't argue with that.A few hours ago he had fainted in school, and the school nurses had no idea what was going on.He should be watched by those who know what he is going through.After leaving the hospital, I went back to Mira and George's school to get Mira.She was happy to see me.When I strapped her at the back of the car and was about to leave, she started crying, saying that I had forgotten her brother.I forgot that she had no idea of what happened to George and that the Headmistress and her teacher had told her that he would be back.I went to the back, dried her tears, and told her that I hadn't forgotten about George, and that I had to take him somewhere important, but that he would be back soon.At first, it didn't work, she kept on crying, but with time she stopped, and then I drove through the house.When we got home, I unstrapp
Camilla's POV.I couldn't believe this.Why was everyone trying to get me to let Lawrence back into my life?I had already been hurt enough.But I didn't want to bother Bridget.I didn't want her to get worried on her trip and return earlier than expected, so I lied.I told her I would meet up with Lawrence and tell him everything.I told her I would tell him about the kids, about how much pain I went through, and about George's illness.But deep down, I knew I wasn't going to do it.I know everything thinks I'm a proud woman, but that was what got me this far.I wasn't going to break now.I didn't even know when I slept off.As I wake up to the gentle light filtering through the curtains, I hear the soft patter of tiny feet approaching my room. Mira was standing by the door, her eyes still heavy with sleep."Good morning, Mommy," she says with a yawn, rubbing her eyes."Good morning, sweetie," I reply.I stood up, walked up to her, and pulled her into a warm hug. "Are you ready for
Camilla's POV.I watched her take in my words.A few seconds later she looked up at me, her face held no expression."Camilla," She called out, "I don't think you're being fair."I didn't understand what she was saying.How was I not fair?"What do you mean?" I asked in a curious tone. I needed to understand what she meant."You're not being fair to Lawrence, Camilla."What was she implying?I had never for once hurt Lawrence."How am I not being fair to him? I just don't want him in the lives of me and my kids." I said to her, "I have a choice to make in all this. I am Mira and George's mother.""That's the thing, Camilla, you are their mother, and he is their father," she said in a soft yet angry tone and then continued, "Besides, the kids didn't even get a say in the matter."I couldn't believe what she was saying.Was she indirectly calling me unreasonable?"For crying out loud, Lucy, they are just four years old. They are not old enough to make decisions for themselves.""But yet
Camilla's POV.Mommy! Mommy!" George yelled gleefully as he saw me walking into his room."Hey, Champ!" I yelled from the door.He looked like he was going to jump out of the covers of the bed, but he couldn't.He was weak.I stared at his complexion, he looked pale, yet he was acting strong.When did he grow up so much?After feeding him his breakfast, I went out to see the doctor.He told me that George was strong, but that we needed to act fast because the cancer was slowly eating him up.I nodded in agreement as I went back into George's room.I left for work that day, but I couldn't concentrate the entire day. I kept thinking about my little George.***I packed up and went to the hospital again.It had become my normal routine to visit George and bring him breakfast and lunch after dropping off Mira at school.As I sit by his bedside, I can't help but feel a pang of sadness seeing him hooked up to various tubes and monitors. His tiny face, usually so full of energy and mischie
Camilla's POV. I stared out the window, looking at the people below. So many thoughts filled my head. Some families were with their loved ones who were admitted to the hospital. There was a couple that got my attention. A man and a woman were pushing their kid who was sick in a wheelchair. I watched the kid smiling and giggling. It was a lovely picture to see. Then I thought of George. For some reason, I got jealous of the family below. Here I was dealing with George's sickness alone when the woman below had her husband next to her. I also thought about the kid. He was giggling as his Dad was behind him and as his Mom blew bubbles for him to pop. I wish that could be George. But it won't be possible. He was connected to so many machines, and the thought of disconnecting him scared me. Plus, if I was behind him, who would play with him in front? At that moment, thoughts of Lawrence flooded my mind. I haven't seen or heard from him in days. After the l
Camilla's POV."I have to go, baby, Talk to you later," Raymond said and ended the call.How soon is soon?Is it in a few hours, a day, a week, or a month?I wanted to ask him, but it seemed like he had something urgent to do.What will I do now?If he comes back and finds out that George had been sick for a while and I didn't say anything to him, he'll be so angry.I need to do something.I need to get everything settled before he returns.I picked up my phone and was about to dial his number when I heard someone knocking."Come in!" I yelled from inside my office.Dr. Andrew came in."Hello Dr. Andrew," I said as I stood up from the seat to show my respect to him."Hey Dr. Camilla," He said gently and paused. He stared at me for a few seconds before saying, "You don't look so good, Camilla. Are you okay?""I'm fine Dr. Andrew," I said to him. Though the after-effect of my and Raymond's call was still present, I still tried my best not to let it show."Hmmm, can I say something, Dr.
Lawrence's POV.I stepped off the plane into the familiar terminal, exhaustion clung to me like a heavy coat. The journey had been long, filled with delays and cramped seats.At the time I got to the airport, there was no first-class seat available, so I had to join the economy, which I wasn't used to.I had no choice.All I wanted now was the comfort of my home.A company car arranged by Dylan was already waiting for me outside the airport.I got in and sat on the plush seat.The feeling of the tension of travel slowly melts away. The city rushed past outside the window, a blur of lights and movement. My thoughts drifted to the warm embrace of my bed, the familiar scent of home waiting for me.But then Camilla came into my thoughts too.It was already too late to go see her. By now she'll be heading home or already sleeping in her bed.I needed that too.Finally, I arrived at my doorstep. The key turned in the lock with a satisfying click, and I stepped into the quiet sanctuary o
Camilla's POV.As I geared up for the surgery, a feeling of urgency filled the room. I had gone to visit George the night before, and I took some of his toys with me.As I sat next to his bedside, my heart ached to see him so sick and pale. His little face was drawn with discomfort, and his eyes held a hint of sadness that tore at my soul. I knew that the pain he was feeling would be ending soon.I would make sure of that.I reached out to his toy that was inside my bag."Hey, sweetheart," I said softly, trying to muster a cheerful tone despite the worry gnawing at my insides. "Look what mommy brought you." I held up his favorite stuffed animal, a worn teddy bear with floppy ears and a threadbare smile.His eyes brightened ever so slightly as he reached out to take the toy, cradling it in his arms with a weak but grateful smile. "Teddy," he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper."That's right, honey," I replied, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "Teddy
Lawrence's POV.The warmth of the water soothes my weary muscles as I stand beneath the cascade of the showerhead, letting the steam envelop me like a comforting embrace. Today is no ordinary day. It's the day of the board meeting that was scheduled in India, a pivotal moment where the fate of our company hangs in the balance.With each drop of water that cascades down my skin, I feel a renewed sense of energy coursing through me. As I step out onto the bath mat, I am ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.I wrap myself in a towel.I walk towards my wardrobe, selecting a tailored suit that commands attention without overpowering.The fabric glides over my skin as I dress and fasten the buttons of my shirt, With my attire chosen, I turn my attention to grooming, meticulously styling my hair, and trimming my beard until every stray strand is in place. In the mirror, I see not just a man, but a leader poised to inspire and motivate.If only Camilla was here to see me.Before Ca
Camilla's POV.Stepping out of my office, I'm enveloped by the familiar scent of antiseptic that permeates the hospital corridors. Each step I take brings me closer to the heartbeats of those under my care. I wasn't supposed to be the one to carry out the normal daily check-ups, but I decided to do it today just to clear my mind.The pediatric ward is my first destination, a place where laughter echoes amidst the colorful drawings adorning the walls, a place where the little kids who were admitted were gathered.Just what I needed.Entering the ward, I'm greeted by a chorus of bright smiles and eager faces."Hello, Dr. Wilmer," They called out to me from different corners, with their baby voices. Tiny hands reaching out for reassurance. Some are curled up in their beds, clutching beloved stuffed animals, while others play with toys scattered across the floor. Each child has their own story, and their journey through illness, but they all share one thing in common, which is the re
Lawrence’s POV. As I entered the bustling office building, my heart pounded with anticipation. I had finally arranged to meet Mr. Sharma, an Indian supplier, to discuss obtaining parts for the groundbreaking automobile my company was developing. Navigating through the corridors, I found Mr. Sharma's office and knocked on the door. "Come in," a voice called from inside. Stepping into the room, I was greeted by Mr. Sharma's warm smile. "Ah, Mr. Lawrence, I have been expecting you, it's good to finally meet you," he said, extending his hand. Returning the handshake, I replied, "Likewise, Mr. Sharma. Thank you for taking the time to meet with me." Taking a seat opposite him, I dove straight into the purpose of our meeting. "I'm here to discuss the parts I mentioned on the phone that we need for our new automobile design. I believe your company can provide the quality and precision we require." "Okay then Mr. Lawrence, go ahead." He said, and I started speaking. Mr. Sharma li
Camilla's POV."I have to go, baby, Talk to you later," Raymond said and ended the call.How soon is soon?Is it in a few hours, a day, a week, or a month?I wanted to ask him, but it seemed like he had something urgent to do.What will I do now?If he comes back and finds out that George had been sick for a while and I didn't say anything to him, he'll be so angry.I need to do something.I need to get everything settled before he returns.I picked up my phone and was about to dial his number when I heard someone knocking."Come in!" I yelled from inside my office.Dr. Andrew came in."Hello Dr. Andrew," I said as I stood up from the seat to show my respect to him."Hey Dr. Camilla," He said gently and paused. He stared at me for a few seconds before saying, "You don't look so good, Camilla. Are you okay?""I'm fine Dr. Andrew," I said to him. Though the after-effect of my and Raymond's call was still present, I still tried my best not to let it show."Hmmm, can I say something, Dr.
Camilla's POV. I stared out the window, looking at the people below. So many thoughts filled my head. Some families were with their loved ones who were admitted to the hospital. There was a couple that got my attention. A man and a woman were pushing their kid who was sick in a wheelchair. I watched the kid smiling and giggling. It was a lovely picture to see. Then I thought of George. For some reason, I got jealous of the family below. Here I was dealing with George's sickness alone when the woman below had her husband next to her. I also thought about the kid. He was giggling as his Dad was behind him and as his Mom blew bubbles for him to pop. I wish that could be George. But it won't be possible. He was connected to so many machines, and the thought of disconnecting him scared me. Plus, if I was behind him, who would play with him in front? At that moment, thoughts of Lawrence flooded my mind. I haven't seen or heard from him in days. After the l
Camilla's POV.Mommy! Mommy!" George yelled gleefully as he saw me walking into his room."Hey, Champ!" I yelled from the door.He looked like he was going to jump out of the covers of the bed, but he couldn't.He was weak.I stared at his complexion, he looked pale, yet he was acting strong.When did he grow up so much?After feeding him his breakfast, I went out to see the doctor.He told me that George was strong, but that we needed to act fast because the cancer was slowly eating him up.I nodded in agreement as I went back into George's room.I left for work that day, but I couldn't concentrate the entire day. I kept thinking about my little George.***I packed up and went to the hospital again.It had become my normal routine to visit George and bring him breakfast and lunch after dropping off Mira at school.As I sit by his bedside, I can't help but feel a pang of sadness seeing him hooked up to various tubes and monitors. His tiny face, usually so full of energy and mischie
Camilla's POV.I watched her take in my words.A few seconds later she looked up at me, her face held no expression."Camilla," She called out, "I don't think you're being fair."I didn't understand what she was saying.How was I not fair?"What do you mean?" I asked in a curious tone. I needed to understand what she meant."You're not being fair to Lawrence, Camilla."What was she implying?I had never for once hurt Lawrence."How am I not being fair to him? I just don't want him in the lives of me and my kids." I said to her, "I have a choice to make in all this. I am Mira and George's mother.""That's the thing, Camilla, you are their mother, and he is their father," she said in a soft yet angry tone and then continued, "Besides, the kids didn't even get a say in the matter."I couldn't believe what she was saying.Was she indirectly calling me unreasonable?"For crying out loud, Lucy, they are just four years old. They are not old enough to make decisions for themselves.""But yet