Doctor Facilier Daughter Novels & Stories

Fitz took a seat. “Mr. Fitz, this is my son, Tyler. Mr. Fitz is one of our members and volunteered to do some investigating after the Luna had been repeatedly mistreating his daughter who works in the kitchen staff. Mr. Fitz, can you tell us what you found,” my father said softly. Mr. Fitz’s frail voice filled the room. His lips were cracked and blackness rimmed his eyes. His white hair sat untamed on top of his head while his matching beard grew in patches.

I was supposed to say that just to myself, but it slipped on my lips. He smiled, "Yes, young miss. I am Fidel Augustine Dausel. Dionysus' father." My mouth gaped open in shock, my head is swirling in thoughts if that's even possible. I can't believe I am standing face to face with Dion's father, and the fact that he is an owner of a known hospital in the United States. I know I shouldn't make this one a big deal, someday when I become professional, I'll be facing more elites. But for some reason, I felt the pride to meet Fidel Augustine Dausel, father of Dionysus Dausel.

Her head had a bandage on the left side, there was a monitor beside the bed doing its quiet persistent beeping and she looked like a person the world had pressed pause on. I stood there for a moment. Then a voice behind me said, "Are you Brielle Hayes…her daughter?" I turned. The doctor was young. Younger than I expected, mid-thirties maybe, with reading glasses pushed up on her forehead and a tablet in her hand. "Yes, I'm her.. " I hesitated for exactly one second. "Yes. I'm her daughter." The doctor nodded and extended her hand. "Doctor Simmons. Why don't we step outside for a moment."

Especially the tycoon's daughter—she even posted publicly online to thank me, saying she planned to invest two hundred million dollars into the hospital. I was still considering how to reply to her when Rita suddenly removed me from her blacklist and sent me a screenshot. [So you went this far just to win me over? Fine. I'll forgive you. I'm vacationing in Selanya with Julian right now. Buy a train ticket and come over. I'll travel with you for two days as your reward.] I opened the screenshot. It was the post made by the tycoon's daughter. Rita had commented underneath it: [Kevin isn't even the best doctor at our hospital. Everyone is welcome to come seek treatment here!]

He scoffed. I shook my head as I thought of Lucas's funny family dynamic. His father was a chronic womanizer who changed wives easily like they were clothes, while his mother was a socialite that also doubled as a sugar mummy to young and handsome men, from poor families. Lucas's family really made mine seem normal and wholesome. "That's good, and your sister?" "She's alright," He said. "She just got her doctorate in clinical dietetics and was recently promoted to the post of the head dietitian at John Hopkins." He bragged, eyes twinkling with pride.

I also found out that our ancestors had a house here, so we live there with Drake and Eireen. "They turn their anger on Mama, Papa. That’s why they are like that to me. I know my limit in pretending." My daughter just told me. I mentioned the futuristic human tube, and they know someone who has this thing in Australia. I asked if they don't know a fake doctor or technician. It’s dangerous to do this. "She used to be a doctor in the Philippines and was a friend of Mama's, not the head doctor of the hospital." My daughter said. Eireen nodded. She knew her friend's former colleagues.

“Consequences? What consequences?” “That's Melissa Langley, Cornelius Langley’s daughter.” Felicia replied with a small scowl. “And because of that, she feels like everyone should tolerate her disgusting behaviour.” “The only reason she obeys me slightly is because I am the Head Healer, and I can make her life here unbearable. And she really wants to work in the pack’s clinic.” Felicia admitted, shaking her head in exhaustion. “Have you informed the Alpha about this?” I asked with a small frown.

"Who is that little angel sitting over there?" We finally pulled apart from each other and I realized he was referring to Gemma. I smiled. "That's my daughter. Gemma." "Oh my…! You beautiful little thing– oh my apologies!" He was about to walk towards her when he stopped and turned towards Fabian. "Mr McConnell! I didn't mean to overlook you, I just miss my daughter so much. Pleasure meeting you, are you my daughter's friend?" He stretched his hand forward. Fabian shook it firmly like the business man he was. "Mr Dickson, pleasure is all mine. Yes, your daughter and I are acquainted."

“Please, I'm his daughter; you can ask anyone in the pack who knows him well.” “I’m his only daughter; my name is Madison, but I didn’t really grow up with him,” I tried to reason with him, but he raised his hand dismissively. “I’m sorry, miss; there’s nothing I can do here,” he said, and my heart sank. “Thank you, doctor.” Clara's voice was smooth and immediate, the way someone speaks when they've already won and simply want it confirmed. “I appreciate your understanding in important matters like this.” The doctor gave a small nod, already stepping back from me.

I nod, giving him a small, tired smile in return. “I’m Queenie, and that’s Robyn,” one of the women says, stepping forward with a smile. “Robyn’s Joker’s daughter,” she adds. Joker’s daughter? I blink in surprise, glancing over at the young woman who looks to be around my age. I feel awkward suddenly, like I’ve intruded on something I shouldn’t have. But wait—didn’t someone say Joker’s daughter was married to Big King? This is all so confusing. “Ya need to go to the hospital,” Doc says, his voice breaking through my thoughts. “I did what I could with ya fingers and wrist, but ya need x-rays. If they’re as bad as they seem, ya might need screws or pins to fix them.”