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Karina stared at the flood of messages, feeling nothing but disgust and revulsion. Kieran’s texts were growing increasingly obsessive, filled with unhinged threats, unreasonable demands, and even veiled warnings against her safety. No. She couldn’t allow the Stone family’s harassment to continue unchecked. Taking a deep breath, she decisively dialed the police. She provided the authorities with a detailed account of the Stone family’s relentless harassment, including Kieran’s disturbing demands and the threatening content of his messages. The officers assured her that they would investigate promptly and provide her with protection if necessary. With the police now involved, Karina finally felt a sliver of relief. *The response was swift. The blare of sirens pierced through the city’s noise as several police cars raced toward Kieran’s address. Flashing red and blue lights reflected off the surrounding buildings, drawing curious stares from passersby. Guided by

“If your son is indeed suffering from a mental illness, we will proceed according to the appropriate legal procedures after professional evaluation. Until then, he must remain under our supervision and be investigated,” the officer explained firmly. Meanwhile, in another room at the station, Kieran, who had been subdued, was gradually calming down. Despite his quieter demeanor, a hint of cunning flickered in his eyes. The officer assigned to watch him kept a vigilant eye on his every move. Noticing the scrutiny, Kieran raised his head and feigned innocence. “Officer, I was having an episode earlier. I didn’t mean to act that way. I couldn’t control myself.” The officer’s response was cold and detached. “There will be time for explanations later. For now, sit tight and behave.” Kieran pursed his lips, remaining silent outwardly but scheming internally. *The police then called Karina to inform her of Mrs. Stone’s claims and to verify their accuracy. Karina let out

Karina slowly got up and began packing her belongings, carefully folding her limited clothing and personal items before placing them neatly into her suitcase. Just as she was finishing, the doorbell rang. When she opened the door, Wilfred stood there. “Are you ready?” he asked softly. Karina nodded. “Almost, Dr. Wilfred. Thank you so much.” Wilfred stepped inside, saw the suitcase, and immediately picked it up without a word. “It’s no trouble. Let’s go.” Karina followed him out of the hotel room and down to the parking lot. Wilfred placed her suitcase in the trunk of his car before opening the passenger door for her. Once Karina was seated and had buckled her seatbelt, Wilfred got in and started the car. The atmosphere in the car was quiet until Karina broke the silence. “Dr. Wilfred, I’m truly grateful for everything you’ve done for me.” “You don’t have to keep thanking me,” he replied calmly. “Everything has been arranged. Atlantis is a great city, and the hos

“I’m sorry,” Karina stammered. “I didn’t mean to hide it. I just thought it wasn’t a big deal, so I didn’t—” Wilfred interrupted her by gently taking her hand and turning on the faucet. He held her hand under the cool water, his tone sharp but laced with care. “Any injury, no matter how small, is not trivial. You’re a doctor. You should know this better than anyone.” Karina felt a pang of guilt at his scolding, but beneath his words, she could sense his genuine concern. The warmth of that realization brought a faint smile to her lips despite her earlier embarrassment. Wilfred turned his head at just the right moment to catch the small curve of her lips. Startled, Karina quickly withdrew her hand, her cheeks flushing. “Thank you,” she muttered, looking down as if trying to avoid his gaze altogether. Hastily, she slipped on heat-resistant gloves, grabbed the plate, and carried it out to the dining room. Wilfred stayed in the kitchen, his dark eyes fixed on his fingertip

Karina spent most of her first day in the office tidying up, yet not a single patient appointment came through. She wasn’t discouraged, reassuring herself that it was only her first day. Work would surely pick up over time. As the clock approached the end of her shift, she began gathering her things to leave, when the door suddenly swung open. A nurse burst in, her face pale with urgency. “Dr. Norman, do you have a moment? We have a patient with severe burns!” Karina hesitated. “But I’m not a surgeon…” Her expertise was in internal medicine, specializing in cardiology and cellular studies. While she had some understanding of surgical procedures, it wasn’t her area of proficiency. The nurse hadn’t expected this response but quickly added, “The patient is a young child, and it’s an emergency. Two of the surgeons have already left for the day, and the others are tied up with critical cases.” Hearing how dire the situation was, Karina frowned and stood up. “Take me to