All Chapters of FALLING FOR HIS DADDY: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

MARYLYN’S POVNo word was said in the short drive to Mary Leaky Hospital. Vincent remained deadly silent. I bet that slut’s name tormented him all the way. He thought of her on the drive through while my book boiled in my skin.My designer shoes clicked mightily and sharply against the polished tiles, drawing attention from the cheap staff and patients alike. I was used to getting such attention wherever I went. Affluence and beauty were things I bled for, and I carried myself no less.At the reception desk, a young nurse looked up, momentarily startled by our imposing presence. “Good evening…”“We need to see Dr. Claire Dominic,” I announced, cutting her unwanted, cheap pleasantries short.The nurse hesitated, fingers poised over the keyboard.“Is she expecting you?”“No.” I snap with arrogance, another badge that I never left behind. “But if you tell her that Marylyn Harrison is here, she will come out running.”She hesitated, as if she did not understand a bit of what I said. Or may

I walked through the long, mocking hospital hallways that never seemed to end. The place buzzed with its usual chaos—patients flooded the reception, stretchers wheeled past in a blur, and the sirens of incoming ambulances cried endlessly outside. Doctors rushed up and down the corridors with hurried steps and drawn faces, while the queues outside the consultation rooms stretched on and on, like always.But I did not glance sideways. My eyes stayed ahead, locked on the path before me. Each step felt heavier than the last. Nothing about walking into this hospital gave me relief anymore. Not today.I was alone, walking toward the section where the results would be read. Dr. Aldrich had driven here earlier. He had a surgery scheduled this morning. Besides, it would not have been proper for us to walk into the hospital together. People already talked too much.Dorian had also come ahead of me. According to the instructions from the administrative board, we had been summoned at different ti

“First of all, Mr. Harrison,” I began, my voice sharp with boldness and bitterness, “age does not define a person’s career. If someone is born for something, they start excelling in it from a very young age. You can go to every school I have attended, visit every place I have lived, and the people there will tell you the same thing—I have always been the one treating people, even using local herbs when nothing else was available.”My chest tightened with frustration, but I kept my voice steady.“Secondly,” I went on, “I know how important a human life is. That was the first lesson I learned the moment I stepped into medical school. I would never have walked into that operating room if I had even the slightest doubt about my ability. If I had any form of shortcoming, I would have stepped aside.”Mr. Harrison leaned back in his seat and folded his arms, the corners of his lips lifting in a half-smirk.“Or maybe,” he said with mock thoughtfulness, “you just did not realize your shortcomi

With heavy questions weighing on our minds, we walked out of the hall. The hospital, always busy and bursting with people, felt even more congested than usual. Every pair of eyes seemed to follow us as we made our way through the long corridors, heading toward the gate.Our story had spread like wildfire. The looks on people's faces told us everything—we were no longer just doctors and colleagues; we were the subject of scandal. People whispered, stared, and judged. The walls seemed to echo our secrets, as though the building itself had been listening all along. The air felt electric, charged with truths that could no longer be hidden.Just as we were about to take the final turn that led to the parking lot, I saw her.Marylyn.She stood at the last corner, the one just before the exit. Of course she was there. I had expected her to be lurking around, waiting to catch a glimpse of me walking out in shame and defeat. This must have been another one of her prayers—to witness me crumble.

Everyone looked at me like I was a lunatic. Like I had lost my mind over the whole issue. I could see the shift in the eyes of the onlookers—pity mixed with judgment—and I felt the sting of shame crawl up my spine. I should not have screamed. I should not have let myself fall so easily into my enemy’s trap.He smiled, and I smiled, slowly turning back to face the cameras. But my eyes wandered again, scanning the crowd until they landed on her—Marylyn. Her face was twisted into a sneer, thick with scorn. Still, wasn’t it my time to smile now? If her entire plan had been to humiliate me and break my spirit, then she needed to be more creative next time. That attempt was no fun at all. She failed. And she failed badly.She achieved nothing.“How long have you known this… inspiration of yours?” another reporter blurted out, his tone smug with condescension.“Since I started my residency here,” I answered without hesitation. “That should be around five or six weeks ago.”“And you immediate