บททั้งหมดของ FALLING FOR HIS DADDY: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Her name read Mariam Romelo, a 34-year-old woman who had come into the emergency room about two hours ago with severe abdominal pain. She had no history of chronic illness, no recent surgeries, and no signs of trauma. Still, the way she was curled up, barely able to speak, told me something serious was going on inside.The lady’s screams were becoming so loud. The file was not providing anything that could be of help. I threw it beside her and bent to her.I held her still, but the pain was too much. She was uncontrollable. “Where exactly does it hurt, miss?”I asked her gently, trying to keep her feet straight.She weakly looked at me, her eyes barely opening. “All over… but mostly here,” she whispered, pointing to the lower right side of her abdomen.I nodded. “Okay. I press it a little. Just tell me where it hurts, okay?” I said.She nodded.I started the physical exam, pressing her belly slightly while reading her expression. Her abdomen was firm to the touch and extremely tender,

“You did great! My God! You did it like a pro, girl!” one doctor exclaimed as we stepped outside the OR, her eyes wide with amazement, hands clapping enthusiastically.The surgery was a success, but I was still nervous. Dr. Alfred had not said a word. I had no idea what he thought.“And that confident girl!” another doctor chimed in, placing a hand on her chest. “You know, I almost puked when I saw all that fluid and…” She paused, her face scrunching up in disgust as she shook her head like the nausea was crawling back.“You should not do that, you know,” I said calmly, folding my arms. “Especially when a patient is watching. Or the supervisors.”“I just can’t help it,” she replied, letting out a shaky breath and fanning her face with her gloves, her expression clearly distressed.“Then how do you expect to survive as a surgeon if you can’t handle it?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “You know that will be your life. Every day, you will see new things. You will be exposed to more serious

I was yanked into a dark room. I could feel the strong force of darkness even with my eyes covered. The door then slammed shut with a loud bang behind me. He must have kicked it with his leg because his hands still held me.My heart jumped into my throat. I struggled to free myself. I kicked. I pushed. But the arms holding me were too strong.“Shh. Quiet. Don’t you dare scream,” the man whispered.That nauseating voice…that was definitely him…He pulled his hands from my mouth and my eyes, giving me the honor of taking in his galling presence.Looking at him, I thought that on top of that broken nose that was healing faster than I would have wished, he deserved another punch in his balls! How dare he?The nerve of him!“Have you lost it? Have you gone insane? What the hell do you think you are doing, forcing me into…”I looked around the room, and my blood boiled with anger.I knew this place. Hell, I remembered this room so well.It was the same room where I had walked in and found h

I stood in the quiet, taking in the silence—and the fear in his eyes.I could see it all.How he was threatened.How he was unsure he could win the deal.I guess, deep down, he knew I was absolutely right. That I had already won his father's heart. And if it was a game I was playing with him, like he so badly wanted to believe, then deep down... he knew I was holding the crown of victory.He just could not bring himself to admit that I was winning—and he was losing.I kept staring back at him, watching him wrestle with the reality that was dawning in his mind. It was too heavy for him to bear, and he leaned against the wall for support.He tried to look calm. Too sure of himself. Like nothing could shake him.He wanted me to think he was not afraid.But that was yet another moment where he had miserably failed.If he were wise, he would have just accepted the bitter truth and made peace with it.That I—the stupid, naive girl whom he once saw as nothing more than the dirt he walked on—

She stared at me like she wanted to slap me. But she did not. She just stood there, fuming, her chest rising and falling quickly.I turned again, proud of myself, ready to leave for real this time. My heels echoed behind me.But then I heard her voice, low and bitter, behind me. “Enjoy your little victory, Leylla,” she said.I stopped. Looking back. That was not about Vincent.“Enjoy it while it lasts. No one knows about tomorrow,” she added. “And pests and nobodies like you never win in the end. Never!”That sinister look gave me an adrenaline rush, but I did not bow down. I did not even argue. I just let her console herself with her stupid riddles.As for me, I had performed my first surgery and proved my worth and my capabilities. The hospital, nurses, and doctors had nothing but praise for me, including those who could not say it straight to my face. Woe unto those who still saw me as unfit. Woe unto those who still awaited my downfall.As I turned to walk away for the last time,