Novel & Cerita Athena Valentini Nurse

the girl said. The nurse nodded and told them to wait. "Let me go and get a doctor," she said. As they waited, the girl asked the boy. "Do you think she'll be okay?" "I don't know," he replied to her. Finally, the nurse came back with a male African-American doctor. "Good afternoon doctor," the two students greeted in unison. "Good afternoon students," he replied. He checked Anna again and faced them. "What happened to her? I need every detail of what you noticed," he said.

Her testimony, a poignant narrative of strength, held the attention of everyone in the courtroom. As the cross-examination unfolded, the defense attorneys attempted to cast doubt on Valerie's account. Ares, clenching his fists, felt a surge of frustration. The familiar ache of betrayal resurfaced, but this time, it fueled a determination to see justice served. Tina, seizing the moment, rose for the counter-argument. Her words, a powerful defense of Valerie's credibility, echoed through the courtroom. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, we're not here to play games. We're here to expose the truth, to hold those responsible accountable. I was a nurse in Dr. Lyon’s hospital and I was the one tha

I moved my eyes back to Valentina. “He didn't mention you to me,” I said and she erupted in laughter. “I like her already,” she said to Antonio before pulling a chair and sitting next to me. “I will start again. I am Valentina, one of Silvano's trusted men and best assassin.” I was sitting with an assassin right now. But she looks beautiful to be an assassin. As if it if written on the face? Take Silvano for instance, he was damn hot, who would think he was a mafia don?

"Under what name?" I understood what he was asking. Was I still Lina Vale, the woman with no past, or Elena Valenti, the daughter who had walked away? I tightened my fingers around the mug. "Elena Valenti."

“Hi.” “I haven’t seen you in a while,” the nurse said. “Are you here to see your mother?” There was a short pause before she replied “No.” The nurse blinked, caught off guard. Confusion clearly written on her face. Valentina shifted, already feeling the conversation dragging longer than she wanted. “I was just passing by,” she added, glancing toward the road. Without another word, she raised a hand, signaling for a taxi. The nurse hesitated, looking like she wanted to say more, but the car pulled up too quickly, she didn’t waste a second to step off the curb, opened the door, and slid inside.

She was wearing a mask, her posture stiff, her movements deliberate. “She tampered with the IV,” the man continued. “It was quick—less than twenty seconds.” He fast-forwarded the footage, showing the nurse leaving just as fast as she came. Seconds later, Valentina was dead. My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat. Vincenzo’s expression didn’t change. “Where is she now?” Luca exhaled, his voice tight. “Gone. She left the country that same night.” Silence. The air in the room shifted, cold and sharp like a blade.

The bell rang a third time. Then a woman’s voice called softly, “Aren’t you going to let your wife in?” My blood ran cold. Lucien lowered his weapon just slightly, face unreadable. “Clara,” he murmured, “whatever happens next… don’t believe anything she says.” “Who is she?” He looked toward the door. “The real Mrs. Vale.” And that was the last thing I heard before the lock clicked.

“For him? Do you realize where you are? This is restricted. No one comes here without clearance. Who sent you?” I clench my fists. My mind races. Should I lie? Tell him Jaxon his brother sent me? Tell him the truth about my vision? He steps closer, his eyes narrowing. “Answer me.” I stand straighter, forcing the fear down. “My name is Athena,” I say firmly. “And I know you don’t believe me, but I need to be here. If you don’t let me stay, Damien will die.” The doctor’s eyes flash with irritation. “He’s already dying. What could you possibly do that I cannot?”

Dragging my attention away from her. "Come in," I call quietly. The door opens. A doctor enters. The nurse from earlier follows behind him. "Good morning, Doctor," I greet calmly. Ignoring the nurse completely. "Good morning, Commander. You called for me." "Yes. I did." I glance toward the bathroom. "The patient, Athena. I came in this morning and found her vomiting. I called you so you could perform some additional tests." Movement behind me catches my attention. Athena emerges from the bathroom. Dressed in a very stylish lilac floral dress that falls to her shins. The colour suits her. Beautifully. The style looks exactly like something my mother would choose.