“He's alive? My son is not dead?” Roxana said desperately, hoping she had heard right. “Please tell me you're not messing with me. Please tell me this is real.”“We would never joke with something like this because that is strictly against our ethics." The doctor said. “And we're very sorry for givi

Gerald quickly scooted off the table and crouched in front of her. “Hey, what's wrong, princess? Did I say something wrong?”Desiree shook her head.“Then what's it? Why are you crying?” He questioned, stroking her cheek gently.The next thing he knew, she flung her arms around his neck, pulling him

“You’re leaving?”Gerald hesitated. “Yes. After everything, we both need to freshen up and get some rest, especially you.”“Okay,” she muttered as her face sank.Noticing her expression, Gerald quickly said, “Or maybe I can just run down to Hugo's quarters to freshen up and ask for a change of cloth

Sasha was still breathing fire from her mouth and her eyes; her anger was palpable.“What sort of father are you? You hear that your son has been shot and spent all night fighting for his life, and the only thing you can think about is your reputation and self-respect? You didn't even think about as

“Because I have a surprise for you,” Gerald whispered, standing in front of her as she had her back pressed against the car.“A surprise? What is it?”Gerald rolled his eyes. “I just told you that it's a surprise. Why are you asking me what it is?”“Touche,” Desiree laughed. “Okay, but can't you at