Todos los capítulos de The Surgeon's Debt : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Chapter 131: Echoes in the ShadowsClara The heavy, rhythmic beep of the vital monitors resonated down the pristine hallway of Ward C as I completed my morning rounds. It had been less than twenty-four hours since my sudden fainting spell in the lounge, but the hospital grapevine had already worked at terrifying, light-speed efficiency.By eight in the morning, whispers floated like heavy dust in the air."Did you hear? Dr. Evans fainted yesterday during lunch." "Is it true? They say she’s pregnant with Mr. Moretti’s child..." "She’s taking light duty starting today. Must be nice having the hospital’s primary stakeholder wrapping you in cotton candy."I kept my back straight and my head held high, clicking my pen against my medical chart as I walked past the central nursing station. I was wearing my customary dark navy scrubs, but the subtle shift in treatment was palpable. Nurse Sarah quickly offered to carry my clipboard, while two junior residents practically scrambled to open doo

Chapter 133: The Viper's ConfessionDante The rain hammered relentless against the reinforced glass of the holding cell beneath the West Wing of the estate.It was four in the morning. The air down here smelled of damp concrete, iron, and heavy gunpowder.The heavy steel door unlocked with a harsh metallic click. I stepped into the room, my polished leather shoes silent against the concrete floor.Venice was sitting on a metal chair in the center of the room, shivering under an oversized tactical jacket that Alex had thrown over her shoulders. Her face was bruised, a trickle of dried blood dragging down her pale cheek, and her wrists were bound tightly in front of her with thick zip-ties.Beside her stood Alex and Marco. Alex was wiping fresh blood from his knuckles with a white cloth, while Marco stood by the door, a silenced pistol resting loosely in his gloved hand.Venice flinched as the heavy door slammed shut behind me, her bloodshot eyes snapping up to meet mine."Dante..." sh

Chapter 135: The Lion's DenClaraThe familiar, sterile scent of antiseptic greeted me as I stepped into the surgical wing of St. Jude’s Hospital.Everything looked normal on the surface. Nurses bustled past with charts, monitors chimed in rhythm, and doctors reviewed patient logs. But beneath the routine, I could feel the invisible thread stretching tight. In the shadows near the elevator bank, two men in sharp scrubs stood reading clipboard logs—their stances far too rigid, their eyes scanning every passerby. Dante’s enforcers.I walked straight toward the doctors' lounge, slipping my lab coat over my shoulders.The moment the heavy door shut behind me, the lock clicked. Dr. Aris stood by the door, his jaw set tightly, while Dr. Shai leaned against the stainless-steel counter, her arms crossed and her face unusually pale."Clara," Shai breathed out, stepping forward immediately. Her voice was low, laced with raw anxiety. "Thank God you're here. We need to talk. Right now."Aris kept

Chapter 137: Shadows and Bloodlines Clara The harsh fluorescent lights of the surgical prep room flickered above as I unbuttoned my surgical gown and dropped it into the biohazard bin. My hands were still cold, the adrenaline from the four-hour bypass slowly ebbing away to leave a bone-deep exhaustion.Dr. Aris leaned against the scrub sink, turning off the water with his elbow. He glanced at the heavy double doors before lowering his voice. "Miranda’s been checking her phone every ten minutes at the central desk. She thinks she pulled off the heist of the century.""Let her believe it," Dr. Shai said, walking in with two bottled waters from our private, locked stash. She handed one to me, making sure the seal was completely unbroken. "I swear, every time she smiles at us now, I want to hurl a tray of scalpels at her face.""Keep your cool, Shai," I said softly, taking a small sip. "The moment she realizes we know, she runs—or worse, she panics and accelerates whatever backup plan M

Chapter 139: The Eve of SilenceClara The warm, rhythmic hum of the central doctors' station provided a familiar backdrop as I finalized my last patient chart of the day.Dr. Shai leaned against the counter beside me, twirling a pen between her fingers with a radiant, affectionate grin. Dr. Aris stood across from us, cross-referencing my sign-off sheets with a soft chuckle."I still can't believe it," Shai gushed, resting her chin on her hand as she watched me seal the Manila folder. "Two weeks left, Clara! In fourteen days, you are officially becoming Mrs. Moretti.""Fourteen days," I repeated softly, a genuine, warm smile tugging at my lips despite the low, background hum of exhaustion in my chest. "It feels unreal.""It shouldn't feel unreal, you've been working like a machine," Aris pointed out gently, sliding a freshly printed duty roster across the desk. "Your maternity leave officially starts tomorrow. I've already signed off on your coverage. You are completely banned from St