Doctor Elise Novels & Stories

He asked as he sat up straighter. “Yes, Jeremy was my father, I don’t think he even knew my mom was pregnant,” I said to them. “How is Thalia? She was always such a sweetheart to us,” Dylan said. It warmed my heart that they remembered my mother. It also gave me the courage to continue. “She’s good. She met someone again last year,” I said to him. “Did she ever finish medical school?” Joseph asked. “Yes, she’s working as an emergency department doctor,” I answered and they both smiled proudly.

“And?” “Her name is Dr. Margaret Hayes.” Cassian’s expression hardened. “A doctor.” “Yes.” “What kind?” Another pause. “Gynecologist.” Cassian went still. The word seemed to settle heavily inside his office. Gynecologist. Elise. A secret meeting. An envelope. Cassian’s gaze moved toward the photographs lying on his desk. His investigator continued. “Would you like me to send you her full information?” “Send everything.” “There’s something else.”

Damien’s people were already here. Elise stepped into Lily’s room and eased the door mostly closed. The machines continued their steady beeping. She pulled the chair close again and sat. She took Lily’s hand between both of hers. “The money is moving,” she said. “The surgery window stays open. I don’t know what I’m turning into to keep it open, but I’m doing it anyway.” Lily’s chest rose and fell under the blanket. No response came. Elise stayed in the chair until her own breathing matched the rhythm of the monitor. She leaned forward and rested her forehead against the back of Lily’s hand for a long minute.

Tyson asked. “She is, and I can, but Dr. Clark and Mona are with us. Would you like me to send him to your office?” Elise replied. “Yes. Please.” “Your wish is my command, oh wise Dragon Lord,” Elise formally announced before she laughed and cut the mind link.

she added. Maxwell’s mouth twitched. Not quite a smile. “Trust is a dangerous currency in this family.” “I’m aware,” she said quietly. For a long moment, no one spoke. Then Maxwell leaned forward, his voice low. “Tell me about your mother, Elise. Catherine Anderson.” I felt Elise go still beside me. “She was murdered when I was five,” she said. “The case was never solved.” Maxwell’s expression didn’t change. But something flickered in his eyes...something old and pained.

He squeezed back, but nothing could comfort either of us right now. After a while, Elijah spoke up. “Richard, if there’s anything we can do to help… Perhaps we could find specialists, doctors who might be able to help Elise? Silvermoon has all kinds of resources.” But Richard was already shaking his head. “We’ve tried everything,” he said wearily. “Every doctor, every specialist, every treatment known to mankind. I’ve exhausted all our resources, all our connections.” He paused, taking a shaky breath. “Her condition is… hopeless. The doctor just confirmed what I’ve known for weeks now: she’s in her last days.”

In the conference arena, everyone had all come in from the lunch break, been seated, and was waiting for the last person to give the last update. One of the members of the coordination team came out on stage to welcome the next person who would give the speech. "Let's welcome Isabella Elvis, a student doctor from the Hackensack University Medical Center." Isabella Elvis walked up to the stage, making a shy face. She had a red corporate skirt, dark curly long hair, and a black shirt. She looked astonished.

This left her plenty of room to maneuver while still showing respect to Pedro. The first black-clad man sat in front of Felix, who began to check his pulse. Elise watched with great curiosity. Truthfully, she had never heard of Felix before. As a member of the Chapman family at Curio Clinic, with future power dynamics at stake, she had memorized the names of every renowned doctor in Avesburgh and its surroundings. Yet, she had absolutely no information on Felix. Moreover, he was indeed young. So far, she could count on both hands the number of doctors this age who were qualified to treat patients independently.

"No. I won't have fear in this house. I won't have you terrorizing a sick woman because you’re struggling to process your emotions." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. He placed it on the counter. "This is Dr. Aris," he said. "He’s a specialist. A psychiatrist. Elise recommended him; he treated her mother." "Elise recommended him," I repeated, staring at the card like it was poisonous. "So now I’m supposed to go to her doctor?" "He’s the best in the city," Cole said. "I want you to call him. Tomorrow." "And if I don't?"

Seeing blood on Zoe's hands, Elise, who had followed Jennifer out, rushed over. A look of concern: "Yo, isn't this Mrs. Brown? Is your hand okay, do you want to go to the hospital to treat the wound ah?" Zoe steadied herself and looked quizzically at the fancy dress and heavily made-up noblewoman in front of her, "Are you ..?" "I'm Elise Clanton, wife of Bailey West of the West Group." Hearing Elise's introduction, Zoe was confused for a moment.