Dr Oliver Thredson Novels & Stories

"You slept with a rich guy in there?" Oliver looked away. His face felt hot. "It is none of your business." "Everything you do is my business," Scarlett said. Her voice was strict. "You are my little brother. I protect you. You do not belong with these rich players." "I am twenty-three. I do not need protection," Oliver argued. Scarlett sighed. She let go of his arm. "I told you to stop looking into Dad's death. I told you it is dangerous." "I cannot stop," Oliver said quickly. "He died on the ice rink five years ago. They said it was a heart attack. But he was healthy. He was the best team doctor. And his medical logbook is missing pages. Someone hid the truth."

He found Olivia looking at him, her face reflecting the tension she had sensed during the phone call. “What is it, David?” she asked softly, placing her tea cup down. “I know that look. It’s the look you had when we were hunting Thorne.” David sat beside her, taking her hand. He had promised her honesty, and he wouldn’t break it now. “It's worse, Liv. Much worse. The man I’ve been fighting all these years—Thorne, Maximillian—they were just puppets. The real mastermind, the one who pulled all the strings, has a name: 'The Architect'.”

he said. Tabitha followed him to the side and cautiously began, "Dr. Weaver." "I've spoken with Ozzie about your situation." Ozzie? Tabitha's eyes widened. Could it be her former mentor, Dr. Osbert Fairbanks? He was not only a mentor at the medical school but also one of the top surgeons in the United States.

Oliver had also just walked in without knocking and overheard Douglas' last words, taking the opportunity to tease me. Oliver Mackenzie is my lawyer, both in matters related to the company and personal issues. He was multifunctional, I used to joke, but he had an entire team to provide the necessary support for his work, as well as great prestige for representing such an important company like Reloading Inc.

My lips parted to speak when a rattle came from behind the door and the handle twisted, revealing a male that looked to be in his late twenties. “By the fates,” he adjusted the black rim glasses on the bridge of his nose and his eyes trailed from me to Keyleth and then behind my back. “Oliver, what brings you here b—” “We need your help, please.” His expression flattened out and he opened the door wider, giving us space to walk in. The wooden door closed shut behind us, rattling the floor boards. “Somehow, you always manage to find yourself in something” I let the body drop from my back down to the floor with a loud thud. I could give one fuck what happened to the wolven right now. My back w

Aside from being the CEO of an automobile company and a dickhead, he was also the chairman of the Whitmore hospital. “Then minding your business properly would save more lives.” I shot back, the old grudge I had toward him slipping through. “I am no doctor.” “But you head over them, Mr Throne.” He paused. “Still dwelling on the past, I see.” Then he tilted his head a little to glance inside the room. As if what he saw inside amused him, he scoffed a laugh. “Little Ophelia finally opened her eyes.” “Wh-what do you mean?”

And now, they were engaged, making it harder to deal with Kayla in the future. Diana sighed again. She didn't understand why it was so difficult for her to get justice for her babies. "Noel," Diana suddenly said, looking up. Noel was startled by the sudden address and replied respectfully, "Yes?" "Oliver... Is he a powerful man?" Diana's knowledge about Oliver was limited to knowing that he was a doctor, a member of the Channing family, and brother to the top female celebrity Fanny Smith. But beyond that, she knew nothing else.

Isaac obediently turned off the screen as he enjoyed a mouthful of grapes delivered to him by a beautiful woman, bewildered by the question. "Setting aside the fact that she is the illegitimate daughter of the Watson family, she is also your dumb nephew Adrian's ex-girlfriend, a woman he discarded like a toy. In the future, you won't be able to escape the mockery of those Windsor family clowns," Oliver sneered. Oliver was the third son of the Windsor family, born to the legitimate wife. He was supposed to hold power within the Windsor family and possess the enormous Windsor Group business empire. However, rumors of his attempted murder ten years ago and his present state of frailty and illne

Watching the old man's health decline rapidly without getting to do anything about it eats at me- it increases the feeling of guilt inside me in fact. Ever since Olivia left, our relationship has hit rock bottom. Even during illness, he wouldn't allow me to see him. “Actually, Mr. Wellington.” The assistant cleared his throat. “There might be only one person who can bravely take up your grandfather's case. Last year, he was ranked the best Heart Surgeon globally. Although his identity remains mysterious, I've gathered information from different sources and it's confirmed that Dr. Lawton has never had a failed surgery case.”

All this because we knew that we were to blame, even if it was indirectly. “I just hope, for your sake and safety, that she is going to be okay....” Oliver spoke this single sentence. All I was able to do was nod my head in acknowledgement of his statement or threat, depending on your perspective. The two of us were sitting in the reserved waiting room, not exchanging a single word, and then an older doctor arrived. He bowed briefly to Oliver and then greeted me lightly. His name, Dr. Stefan Waltz, was embroidered onto the pocket of his lab coat.