บททั้งหมดของ Doctor, My Son is Yours!: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

OthonMy steps echoed through the hospital corridor as I made my way to the wing where Karen was. My mind was swirling with thoughts about what could have brought Karen to the lab.When her secretary mentioned seeing her in that hospital wing, worry flooded through me. Was she sick and didn't tell me? That seemed quite probable, considering Colin had just woken up from a three-month coma and was still undergoing rehabilitation before he could be discharged.With great anxiety, I entered the room where Karen was awaiting the results of her blood test, only to find her with an expression of pure nervousness. Before I could say anything, she approached me, her eyes shining with emotion."Othon, I... we..." Karen began, her voice choked with emotion. "We're expecting a baby."An incredulous smile spread across my face as I processed her words. I could hardly believe the wonderful news I was receiving. In a burst of pure happiness, I hugged her tightly, feeling a wave of warmth and love fl

**Letícia**I was thrilled to see Karen so happy and radiant. Othon Arraes, the man about to become her husband, was a familiar figure to me, though we had never spoken directly. As the director of the hospital where I work, I have heard many stories about his integrity and character. He is a fair man, always committed to improving both patient care and working conditions for the staff. It was comforting to know that Karen was marrying someone so admirable.The setting was breathtaking: the central aisle set up in one of the resort's gardens where we were staying, surrounded by flowers and under a flawlessly blue sky. Karen's father was by her side, visibly emotional, ready to walk her down the aisle. Camila and I took our places near the altar, where Othon and his groomsmen were already waiting.I had yet to meet the groom's friends, Noah and Colin, although I had heard a lot about them. The previous night had been quiet for me; I preferred to stay in my room, while today was dedicate

**Letícia** I couldn’t believe Colin’s audacity. What happened to make him decide that I now deserved his attention? I left the elevator feeling furious. I entered the suite reserved for me and tried to calm down. I closed my eyes and did a controlled breathing exercise. He wouldn’t be able to affect me. I wouldn’t let him have that power over me.Determined not to let Colin shake me and now feeling calmer, I decided I wouldn’t stay at the resort the next day. I didn’t want any more encounters with him. Finding out that he and Othon were great friends made everything more complicated. I knew Colin would also be at the resort to enjoy the day with his friends, just as planned.Without wasting time, I started packing my suitcase. I had brought only one for the weekend. With everythin

ColinBack in São Paulo, I can't stop thinking about Letícia and all the confusion this story has become. Her image is always present, disturbing me with every moment of silence. While I try to focus on the new project for an important client, I feel restless and uninspired. Normally, my work as an architect flows easily; I have a well-established company in the market and have always been recognized for my creativity and efficiency. However, days have passed since Othon's wedding and I still haven't been able to regain my rhythm.If I were honest with myself, I couldn't attribute my lack of concentration to the time I spent in a coma in the hospital. I was already physically and mentally recovered before the weekend wedding. No, this restlessness had a name: Letícia.My phone vibrates on the table, interrupting my thoughts. Othon's name appears on the screen, and I answer with a sigh."Colin, my friend, how are you? I heard you already knew Letícia," he says, and I can almost hear th

Colin The first thing that caught my attention when Letícia entered the café was her protruding belly. It was subtle but a few months into pregnancy. She looked radiant and beautiful, but the coldness with which she treated me quickly refocused my attention on what truly mattered at that moment.As we sat down, I still felt somewhat incredulous that Letícia had agreed to meet me. Even more shocking was that she had reached out to me, and set up the meeting. Now we could talk more calmly and clarify things between us."Thank you for coming, Letícia," I began, trying to find a friendly tone.She only nodded in agreement, her eyes not meeting mine directly. I noticed her gaze shifting to the table next to us, where the waiter had just left some doughnuts