Alle Kapitel von Dr. KILLER : Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

Karma's POVThe rest of the day passed in a way I hadn't expected.It was supposed to be Noah's birthday, but somehow, I felt like I was the one receiving the gift.His happiness was impossible to miss.Ever since I had given him the plaque that morning, there had been a different light in his eyes. He smiled more, laughed more, and every few minutes, I would catch him looking at me as though he still couldn't believe what I had told him.I had said yes. I was going to marry him. And apparently, those words had changed something inside him.We spent most of the afternoon doing little things together, nothing extravagant.We watched movies, argued playfully over what to eat, walked around the house, and at one point, Noah insisted on taking me out for ice cream even though I reminded him that it was his birthday and he was supposed to be the one being spoiled."I don't need anything else," he said. "You say that now.""I already got the best birthday present." He looked directly at me.

Karma's POVThe room was still buzzing with excitement, but Noah remained strangely quiet.He had thanked everyone and had smiled when people hugged him. He had even laughed at a few of Ethan and Lily's jokes.But I knew him, and Noah wasn't happy, at least not truly.He was cordial, polite even, but there was a distance in his eyes that hadn't been there earlier that day. I watched him from across the room as Eleanor approached him and wrapped her arms around him. "Happy birthday, my son.""Thank you, Mum." She pulled back and held his face between her palms. "I hope you're not angry with me."He smiled faintly. "Of course not.""You don't look convinced.""I am fine."I almost sighed, that was the same answer he always gave whenever something was wrong. Fine.Ethan suddenly appeared beside them with a grin. "Well, birthday boy, you can't possibly spend the whole evening looking like someone just sentenced you to life imprisonment."Noah gave him a flat look. "Would you prefer I cry?

Karma's POVI woke up the next morning with one thing already decided, I was done asking. Not because I didn't care, not because I wasn't curious and definitely not because I didn't notice that something was wrong with Noah but I simply couldn't keep asking someone who clearly wasn't ready to answer.The room was quiet when I opened my eyes.For a few seconds, I stared at the ceiling, I took in the quietness of it all before everything started rushing back, the birthday, surprise party, the awkward drive home, argument, his repeated insistence that he was fine and the way he had turned his back to me before falling asleep as though nothing had happened.But one thing that brought a slight smile to my face was that I am engaged to be married to him. That seemed like the only reconciliation to it all.I slowly turned my head, Noah was still asleep beside me, his face looked peaceful, completely different from the tense expression he'd worn the previous night and I watched him for a few

Karma's POVI woke up the following morning with a strange heaviness sitting in my chest. For a few seconds, I simply stared at the ceiling, trying to remember if I can remember my schedule for the day, and I silently hoped and prayed that the schedule should not be as much as it normally is.Somehow, despite everything that had happened over the weekend, that decision still felt right. Noah was still the man I wanted.Whatever was going on with him, I hoped he would eventually trust me enough to tell me. But I wasn't going to spend another day chasing answers. I got out of bed and prepared for work.Usually, my mornings followed a strict routine. I would wake up, shower, dress, have something light to eat or most at times I don't eat and head straight to the hospital. Once I arrived, Sandra would already have my schedule waiting for me, and the rest of the day would unfold according to whatever emergencies decided to show up.But this morning, I decided to change things. Monday. Mond

Karma's POVI remained in my office long after I had finished everything that required my immediate attention.The files on my desk had begun to look like nothing more than meaningless pieces of paper. I stared at them without actually reading a single line.My mind was somewhere else. Chad.The little boy lying unconscious in the pediatric intensive care unit.His mother's face, the complaint, the investigation.Just a sentence that keeps ringing in my head.What might seem like nothing could eventually become a mountainous issue.I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, I hated uncertainty.As a surgeon, I was trained to look for answers. If something went wrong, I wanted to know why. If a patient didn't respond as expected, I wanted to find the cause. If there was a complication, I wanted to identify it before it became something worse.But this situation was different, everything looked normal. The records were clean.I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling.But why could