"Uncle, why did you call?"[ Are you on the way to the mansion?]"Yeah, dad asked me to," he replied.[ Okay, I just wanna greet you a happy birthday and uh, if your dad...] Ezecarl on the other line heaved a sigh."Uncle?" You can hear in his voice that Aleja is wondering.His Tito sighed once again. [ Aleja, if your dad reveals something, just understand him. He's just doing what's best for you. ]Aleja almost stopped the car to better understand what his uncle was trying to convey. "What do you mean, uncle?" Aleja couldn't raise his eyebrows and they were almost touching.[ A birthday gift, perhaps? This is going to be successful. Well, this should be. ]After that the call ended. He gave the phone a confused look before putting it down and driving faster.When Aleja arrived at their mansion, he quickly got out of the car. He didn't bother to close the door and turn off the engine. He almost ran into the mansion.He passed by one of their maids carrying a tray of food. "Is that fo

Aleja froze in his seat. His mouth gaped open and his eyes welled up in tears. The loud thumping of his heart deafened him. It felt suffocating but the thought that this little girl might be fooling him is his last hope.Aleja gathered all his strength to speak."Who on earth are you? Stop pranking me, this isn't funny, kid—"[ He told me to call you if something happens to him. I'm your little sister and I saw how our father died.]He's not dumb. As they say, children don't know how to lie.His fingers massaged his forehead as he spoke, "Call an ambulance." Aleja took a U-turn and quickly drove his car back to their mansion.He couldn't believe it and was trying not to believe what the kid said. Even so, he almost ran back to the room where he had left his father. He can't lose someone in his lifetime, not again. His dad is the only family Aleja had and if he ever loses him, he will never forgive himself."Dad? Dad!" His tendons were almost torn from screaming, hoping he would hear

Although he left her for no reason and he just disappeared even though she only met him online, she never thought that she would make him her world. Inexplicably, she loved the man despite the fact that she had never heard his voice or seen his face or what he looked like. All she knew was that her heart ached every time she thought about that person who touched her heart. She even calls him by his pet name, 'Izah,' since her pronunciation is poor. Instead of Elijah, she pronounces it as 'Eliza'.But no matter how much wisdom or understanding she gives him; he still chooses to leave her. She can't help but ask herself why he can't choose her but when it comes to others he can. Dainiel laughed to herself when she asked this question while her tears continued to flow like a river that refused to stop flowing.Pain, anger, and questions that she wanted to be answered but were unlikely to happen. With every beat of her heart, she felt the pain of its beating and the emotion she felt drov

On the other hand.In the conference room where the various departures of high-ranking hospital officials were presented, none other than Celestina Abbot sat in the center at a long table that could fit the fifteen teams leading each department.Taking a look at the information and background on Aleja Montevallo, the son of this hospital who according to rumors and investigation, died at the hands of his own sons.His return is not supported by any of them, and they are debating accepting him into the hospital since it would severely damage the hospital's reputation, knowing it is well-known and has the highest and most advanced technology in the world.“I don’t allow him to join us even though he’s the heir of this hospital. I declined." The man in his 40s from the department of psychology, the chief, disapproved of Aleja coming back, as he closed the black folder containing the article about Aleja becoming a doctor at this hospital.“Me too, accepting an ex-convict in our hospital i

Remembering her past was torture to her and even if she had contemplated it, she wouldn't. Why? It triggers her and can cause her to show other alternatives that she is afraid to show. She’s afraid of adding to her crimes. Furthermore, those people who want to die have their reasons why they want to die. Most of the time, they just need someone to console them and listen to them. Likewise, Ameira wants to hear from others, yet no one sees or notices her; to them, she is a strange, strange—monster because she is different from them. Instead of understanding her, they judge her. That’s why she hates interacting with people because of how they look at her.The woman finally looked at her. Tears fell from her eyes. “What?” Her lips trembled after hearing her story.Instead of answering her, Ameira looked at her in the eyes. “You tell me, do I deserve these?” she asked, showing the scars on her back. The woman shook her head, as tears continued to fall from her eyes. With trembling lips,