All Chapters of Surgeon's Revenge: From Ex Wife To Country's Best Doctor : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Nicholas's POV I made three calls on the drive home.The first was to my father. I told him to be at the estate by six and it wasn't a request. The second was to Calista, I told her the same thing and added she brought her parents while the third was to my mother's care coordinator at the hospital. My mother had been discharged two days ago against the normal timeline Katrina had recommended, which was my father's doing, the official excuse was that she was more comfortable at home, the real reason was that Konrad Cruz did not like his wife in a building where Katrina Lancaster walked the halls. She had agreed to the discharge on the condition that she remained the attending physician and that my mother returned for weekly monitoring. My mother was home but she was not well, she would still need Katrina's care for weeks, which meant Katrina wasn't going anywhere, which meant tonight was going to happen in my mother's house while my mother was still recovering from surgery.I gripped

Nicholas's POV Katrina stood up, she straightened her dress, picked up her bag and looked at the twins.That was all it took and Valeria was on her feet immediately, Aiden closed his drawing pad and stood, then Spencer rose beside her."We'll be leaving now." Katrina said.My father stood up. "This conversation isn't finished," he said. "We haven't discussed the children's legal status, custody arrangements, there are things that need to be...""Dad," I looked at him. "Not tonight, drop it.""This isn't over," he said. "Whatever you walked back into have legal realities that will need to be addressed. The children are Cruzes regardless of what name they currently carry and that conversation will happen whether you want it to or not.""I look forward to it," Katrina said, voice steady. "Have your lawyers contact mine."She turned and walked toward the door and I followed.We were in the entryway, they were taking their coats, Aiden already at the door looking out at the driveway, when

Scarlett's POV Aiden decided the apartment was acceptable four seconds after walking through the front door.He stood in the middle of the living room, turned a full circle taking in the ceilings and the light, and said. "Okay this is actually really good." Then he found the hallway then disappeared into it before I'd put down the first box.Valeria went straight to the window that had the garden in view. She stood there long enough that I walked over to see what she was looking at. Below, was a small and perfectly kept patch of green grass with a bench and two trees."Uncle Spence," she said, without turning around."Yeah?" He was already opening boxes behind us."You picked this apartment because of the garden?" She asked."I picked this apartment because it has three bedrooms and it's fifteen minutes from the hospital," he said. "The garden was accidental."Valeria turned around and looked him with the expression that said she didn't believe him "Okay," Spencer said. "The garden

Scarlett's POV Miles was waiting at the coffee cart on the second floor when I came in.He had two cups already and handed me one without me asking, which meant Lauren had texted him that I was coming."You look like you actually slept," he said, falling into step beside me."I slept properly for the first time in weeks," I said. "It's a new apartment.""Spencer chose it?" He asked."Yeah, he did." I took a sip of the coffee.Miles was quiet for a moment. "So how was yesterday?" He asked finally. "The move, Nicholas coming, all of it.""The kids settled in immediately," I said. "Valeria already has plans for the garden which she hasn't told Aiden about." I paused. "Nicholas came at eleven, Aiden showed him every drawing in the pad and Nicholas sat through the whole thing.""That's a lot." Miles said."Yes," I said. "It is."We walked for awhile, the hospital moving around us, nurses changing shift, the usual noise of the hospital."Something else happened, didn't it?" Miles spoke.I

Scarlett's POV The first thing I pulled out was the police report. It was three pages filed and closed within three hours of my car going into the river. The officer's name was on the front page, Detective Steven Maddox, and his supervisor's signature was on the last. I'd memorized both names in the first year and had looked them up, tracked their movement, understood who they were and why they'd done what they'd done. Spencer reached over and turned the report slightly so he could read it alongside me. He'd read it before, many times, but he always read it again. That was something I'd noticed early and never said out loud. "Maddox retired four years ago," I said. "He moved to Florida." "He's still there," Spencer said. "My contact confirmed last month." "He knows what he signed," I said. "He's been waiting for someone to come find him for ten years." "Maybe," Spencer said. "Or he's convinced himself it was just paperwork." "People convince themselves of a lot of things," I s