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Just when he was thinking that his painful past was finally going to have no relevance in his life, just when he'd thought that he was finally experiencing what real happiness meant. The doctor was still speaking. “I don't get it. When I told him he was in the last stage, he swore to abstain from alcohol because he wanted to live his last days right. He had fulfilled that vow for the last two months. What could've suddenly triggered him to relapse and so excessively?” Oh, Adam did know why, and his hate for Rebecca shot up a trillion notches. “Can I go see him now?” He suddenly felt drained.

In fact, he seemed to be the king of it. The man didn't scream danger but of course he was rough. I knew if it came down to it, he would take a life - or lives, just as many he needed to take to save himself. The first place I would go to was the rehab he had checked out of a few weeks before. Alfred had handed me this case because the rehab had discovered some shady behavior even while he was there. Somehow he still had possession of drugs and had racked up lots of money that he sent to an account that they couldn't trace.

His face, was something he looked forward to seeing, single morning. ⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘ Austin Williams had grown much more addicted to drugs, that he he wouldn't be able to go a day without having a single dose of drugs. To every single person out there, Austin was indeed the image of the right man, of the perfect man. A renowned doctor who is the son of a renowned pastor. But no one really knew that Austin, was fighting so hard with his inner demons that he could calm down, by taking drugs.

"After you finish your drugs, Mr. Reid. I would like you to come back and have a full body check-up." That would do. Kendrick nodded in satisfaction. The drugs were almost finished. He never missed even a pill. All thanks to Hailey. She had been unrelenting and had made him give a promise that sounded so bitter in his mouth. As bitter as the drugs. "Mr. Reid." The Doctor lingered, as if he had more to say. "Your wife. I don't think she remembers. She seemed to have no idea." His brows furrowed together as he said that.

Scarlet chuckled, eyes glinting with tears of happiness, letting them run down her cheek happily. "I'm going to be gone for a while," Reid suddenly announced and Scarlet immediately pulled herself out of his arms. Well done, Reid, he decided to ruin the moment. He felt like smacking himself! "What, you are leaving me here?" "No, no, no," Reid responded, taking hold of her hands. "Then why are you leaving, is it work?" Reid shook his head. "It's not," "Then tell me!" she demanded. "I-I used to have a doctor in the humans' city, Mrs. Adams, she's the only one who understands and helps me, she makes my pills. I stopped my sessions with her because I thought I got better. I thought I had control

Reid and I used to drink this kind of tea during our early adolescence, so I always have it inside my refrigerator. I sat back on the bed waiting for him to be relaxed. After some time, Reid cleared his throat and began to speak. "We treat them like our own family. We share with them what we have but all they could repay is betrayal", Reid's voice quavered. He was referring to Uncle Sam and Charles whom he thought he could be trusted in META. I know it was hard on his part because he was the one who asked Dad to give them a higher position in the agency and yet those two, looted a big amount of money for their own interest. Aside from that, Uncle Sam was responsible for the Thiopental Sodium

I was still confused. " So how does Mr Reid fit into this?" I asked Chance who already looked exhausted. " Mr Reid used to be a feared drug dealer in the day, but with time he quit but still has influence over some crooks in the business" " So why go into a business deal with Reid? Why not just ask him for help? They do seem particularly fond of him" my questions are only to calm down my scared mind.

he prodded. Dr. Reid’s mind raced, torn between his oath to protect Georgia and the safety of his family. He had held out as long as he could, but now, with his family’s lives under the new king’s threat, he had to make a decision. He could not risk them, he could not let them die for this new king was never the one who would show mercy. “It is the medication,” Dr. Reid finally confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “I have been administering a drug to keep her unconscious.”

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r

Sometimes he ate at his desk with the door closed. He had meetings throughout the afternoon. Pharmaceutical reps. Insurance adjusters. Sometimes employees who needed medical clearance for various reasons. He left at five thirty. Never earlier. Never later. Exactly five thirty. And he looked terrible. The Dr. Reid she’d met during her surrogacy evaluation had been composed. Professional. Calm. The kind of doctor who made you feel like everything was under control even when it wasn’t. This Dr. Reid was falling apart. His hands shook when he held his coffee cup. His eyes were bloodshot. His suits were wrinkled. He’d started keeping a bottle of something in his desk drawer. Mia had seen him take