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Anabel’s frustration continued to boil as she listened to Sylvester plead with her. After his selfish insistence on money despite everything she told him, it was almost unbearable to hear him suddenly act like he cared. “No, Sylvester. I’m not telling you anything. You don’t deserve to know.” She kept her tone firm, refusing to listen to him. “Anabel, please,” Sylvester begged with a softer tone. “I was wrong. I know I was wrong. I should have shown more concern. I should not have talked about the money after you told me everything. I wasn't in my right senses. I didn’t mean to seem so selfish. Understand me.” He finished, and Anabel scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “You did mean to be selfish,” she shot back. “That’s who you are, Sylvester. You didn’t even hesitate before bringing up the money again. What kind of person hears that their girlfriend’s father is dying and continues to ask about money and promises?” Sylvester sighed deeply, seeing that she took it really seri

Back in the hospital, Anabel was standing beside her father’s bed, while her mother sat close. She has her tear-streaked face turned toward her husband. Jethro was standing near the door, with his jaw clenched.Soon, the door opened, and Sylvester stepped inside. He walked in smoothly, exuding a perfect blend of concern. There was a softened edge to him, as if he had carefully crafted the image of a man stepping in to provide comfort and support.Anabel turned at the sound of his entrance. "Oh! Sylvester, you are here already.""Yeah, I have to come immediately I ended the call." He replied."Who is he?" Her mom asked, looking at him suspiciously. She has never seen him before.“Mom, Jethro,” she said, addressing her family, “This is Sylvester.”Lady Orton lifted her head slowly, staring at the man before her. Jethro straightened slightly with a guarded expression.Anabel continued, trying to keep her voice steady despite the emotions clawing at her chest. “Sylvester is my business pa

The nurse hesitated before replying. "I have his number. I can call him now and he will come. But the problem is that the doctor is not in support of of it. I can’t do that without the doctor’s approval. If I go against him, I could lose my job." The nurse humbly replied. She dosen't want anything that will bring disagreement between her and the doctor in charge of the case. She is a minor, and she have no say. Her own was to obey and run errands. "I understand what you are saying and your fear. But you can't let things go wrong when you can do something. That’s my father lying there. I think I have every right to decide who treats him. I won't involve you. Anything that happens will be upon my head." The nurse smiled and looked up to him, "Yes, he's your father, but he is under care. He is currently under the support of the machine issued by the hospital. Your right is limited here. He’s not in your house. This is a hospital. We follow protocol. I can’t just call someone because

"This is what I can do. I can help him recover. Yes, I'm not a doctor, but I can handle this type of case. Let's forget about what we had before. Let's forget the past. Pretend that you never knew who I am, and let me help the dying man." "I wonder why you are begging to help my father. You are supposed to leave, but it's clear you have some dirty plans." "Don't say that. I'm begging because it will hurt me most if I don't save your father when I can. My conscience will hurt me till I die. You have to understand my fear." Desmond said, and Sylvester laughed. "I will advise you to stop begging and leave. I had thought a reasonable person was coming, not knowing it was you. You want them to allow you to treat her father? Sylvester scoffed, stepping forward with a smirk. He turned to Anabel’s mother and Jethro, gesturing toward Desmond. “So what, should we just let him kill him?” Anabel snapped her gaze to Sylvester and glared fiercely. “Shut up! Don't say that about my father!”

Jethro stepped forward and looked at the doctor right in the eyes. "We don't need to continue fighting over this. Do the needful by allowing him. I trust the nurse. Desmond will not hurt my dad when he knows there will be consequences."“Don't say never. You have to know how you trust people. If something happens to Sir Orton under his care, guess who takes the blame? Me and the hospital. For this, I will not let that happen.” The doctor said, and the frustrated nurse tried to speak up again. “Doctor—” But the doctor quickly stopped her. "Will you keep quiet? Enough of this nonsense. I will not let an unlicensed man experiment on Sir Orton. We have protocols.”The nurse flinched slightly and went back to her shell. Then Dr. Maxwell leveled his gaze on Desmond with an unreadable expression. “Listen, young man. I don’t care what you have done before. A specialist is on his way, and that’s who will be treating Sir Orton. Not you.” Desmond exhaled quietly. He doesn't want to argue with t