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Rehab asked looking so furious. "I don't know... when we get to the hospital we would know" Delis replied as Rehab was already breathing heavily. "But you need to calm down first okay?" Delis said. "Can we go to the hospital already! stop telling me to calm down!" Rehab shouted at him. As she was already running out of the house and then Delis ran after her. And they left the house hurriedly like that without turning off their food in the fire. ★Nixon's At The Party★

ONE YEAR LATER The Calloway Private Hospital The corridor outside the private maternity suite was bathed in soft golden light, the quiet hum of air conditioning the only sound breaking the stillness. Ethan Calloway paced the floor with restless energy, his gaze flickering between the closed doors and the clock on the wall. His sharp three-piece suit, though still impeccable, bore the signs of his agitation, his tie slightly loosened, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His usually composed demeanor was crumbling under the weight of anticipation.

"Timothy, calm down." "I can't calm down. I just saw Henry a few days ago. Although he looked a little tired, he was fine. How can he leave just like that?" Timothy cried in despair as he spoke. This was Danielle's first time seeing Timothy crying so uncontrollably. The doctor said hesitantly, "Mr. Henry had a heart attack, which led to a cardiac arrest. There were barely any signs of life when he was brought here." Willow raised her hand and slapped herself twice.

Only because our son begged to go to the amusement park, my wife, Nyla Frost, a wealthy heiress, ended up in a car accident on the way there, leaving her permanently paralyzed from the waist down. To punish us, she slashed our daily allowance to a mere ten cents. For the past three years, my son and I had no choice but to survive by scavenging through trash every day, even fighting the dogs for scraps. One day, my son was so hungry that he lost all reason. He ate a few crumbs of a cookie that our family doctor had accidentally dropped on the floor. My wife flew into a rage, accusing him of having filthy, thieving hands. As punishment, she made him stand outside in the pouring rain for th

I asked putting a hand through my hair as I crashed on the bed. " I was thinking we should go to the club when I come back" he said making me smile, the club is like his home "Well, I'm really exhausted man I don't think I'll have the time next week" I said " What is wrong, did you just reject my offer of going to the club? something is definitely wrong so speak up, has a girl captured your heart already ? " Ace asked and I would have laughed in his face if I did not feel attacked right now.

I wonder who you really are. My heart skipped a bit as I read her text. Oh no shit. Not today, not ever. So that was what they were talking about? What exactly was online? I clicked on the news notification that just popped up and opened it, and what I saw there had my heart beating fast in shock.

By the time the main dish needs to be served, Lucas will be helping out the Hot station to plate the dishes. After two hours, the business lunch meeting finally ended, all of the servers were now rearranging the whole place. They need to set up the restaurant appropriate for the wedding reception. The Restaurant is big enough to hold a big event such as a wedding and other parties. The whole place can fit almost five hundred guests, during normal days dividers were placed for it to have private rooms. There are more private rooms upstairs for their VIP guest who wish to have a much peaceful and soundproof room.

Everyone in the meeting room got scared when they saw his facial expression. He was so mad that he was like ready to kill someone. “ Meeting adjourned! You may all go back to work. “ Anthony shouted. No one dare to speak. They rushed out of the meeting room, leaving Anthony alone. In the hospital, Danielle was being attended by a doctor and some nurses. Her wounds were not deep but she had minor fracture on her left leg. Hannah and the others were patiently waiting at the waiting room. When Anthony came rushing to the hospital.

I picked up the medical file, which was covered in Bryan’s footprints. The mechanical heart suddenly shuddered with a tremor that did not belong to it. My pupils dilated as their receding figures blurred into the distance. Much later, I wiped the blood trickling from my lips and stared at the words “Artificial Heart Replacement.” My fingers traced the scar that had marked my chest for seven years. Bryan still did not know that the heart beating within his chest was mine. Seven years ago, we were unable to find a suitable heart in time, and Bryan’s body grew weaker day by day.

My fists clenched so tightly my nails bit deep into flesh—yet I felt no pain at all. I straightened my back and stood still as the furious mob shoved and cursed, venting all their rage on me. I tried to calm them, tried to assure them I would take responsibility, but my words fell on deaf ears. The hatred engulfed me. They poured every ounce of resentment from this apocalypse onto my head. I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, my voice hoarse but steady. "It was my fault. Don't worry, I'll do everything I can to make it right."