Doctor, My Son is Yours! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Karen I walk briskly through the bustling corridors, deliberately ignoring Othon's repeated calls. Anger boils inside me, blaming fate for putting us face to face so unpleasantly. In the distance, I spot the open elevator cabin, a momentary opportunity to escape him. I didn't want to talk; there were no words to be exchanged. I would prefer to spend the rest of my life without facing that liar's face again.I entered the elevator hastily, desperately trying to close the doors before Othon could get any closer. My aversion to any interaction with him was evident, but luck was not on my side. I wasn't fortunate enough to escape forever from the treacherous fate that brought us together. Othon, in an arrogant manner, held the elevator doors and entered the cabin against my will, provoking a snort of anger from me.

Karen I hear Othon's question with contained fury. Is he trying to drive me crazy? Doesn't he know that Otávio is my son? But of course, he knows and he's just pretending otherwise. Incredulity washes over me, but I maintain my composure and respond firmly:"Yes, Otávio is my son. And I don't want you getting close to him."I'm not going to stand there, in the midst of a conversation with that liar. I grab my son's hand and prepare to walk towards my house when my father approaches, sensing the tension."What's going on here?" he asks, noticing the charged atmosphere.I look at my father with some irritation, especially when I see that he's accompanied by a huge dog. So, my father was out walking s

Karen The day didn't start well for me, and encountering Othon as soon as I leave home doesn't make it any more promising. I take a deep breath, trying to control the anger bubbling inside me at all the twists and turns fate is throwing my way. My car wouldn't start, my dad woke up with a bad flu, which prevents him from helping in any way, and my mom needs to take care of him. I'm running late to drop Otávio off at school, and trying to get to work on time seems like an impossible mission.I'm having a hard time calling a ride-sharing car, and it seems like the universe is conspiring against me. Othon's offer would be perfect under normal circumstances, but nothing is normal when it comes to him. I would never get into a car with him and Otávio, no matter how convenient it might be.I fe

Karen As I sit at the table of that trendy nightclub next to Camila, I begin to question again if this is really a good idea. Camila, always perceptive to my internal dilemmas, scolds me with a mischievous smile, saying that I'm not dead and need to enjoy life a little more. I chuckle at her exaggeration but decide not to argue. I know Camila well enough to know that when she decides something, it's better not to go against it.Camila had decided that we needed to celebrate my recent achievement: the new job at Central Hospital. And Camila wouldn't take "no" for an answer. My parents also insisted that I should go out a bit, something rare since Otávio was born.So there we were, amidst pulsating music and colorful lights, celebrating a new phase of my life that had barely begun. I felt grateful

KarenAs I danced with Othon, my greatest desire was to confront him, to ask him outright what happened to the fiancée and the child I had expected. I even imagined the moment he would respond with a sardonic smile, "What fiancée?" as if he were innocent, and I would tell him that I had uncovered his lies, that I knew he was a big liar. But I wouldn't have the courage to go that far. The truth was, I feared his reaction and didn't want to relive the painful emotions of that past.Being a big coward, I just pretended not to know him, trying to ignore the feeling that he knew more than he was letting on. When I finally managed to escape from Othon's arms, I felt a temporary relief. But soon I realized that I needed to do something to make him understand that I wasn't interested in him. He couldn't continue insisting on reminding me of our encounter in Fernando de Noronha. I didn't know how long I could resist his advances, and I needed to find a way to make that clear to him.I discreet