Martin Read Md Novels & Stories

“Oh, come on Mia… please” “Why?” I said with a fake cry voice. “You only have these few days free then you will be too busy with your internship… don’t you want to join me?” How can I say no to that voice? “Okay fine… go out let me get dressed.” I slowly got up, washed up, and got dressed. The day went by fast. I spent the early morning jogging with Nathan and then went over to Dr. Martin’s. Dr. Martin showed me all the research he had done and what he had published over the years.

I exhaled slowly, setting the phone down on the counter without looking away from the city. Negotiation. That word always meant someone was tired. Or cornered. Rarely honest. A soft knock came at the door. I didn’t answer immediately. I already knew who it was. “Come in,” I said. Martin stepped inside first, followed by Q. No unnecessary movement. No wasted energy. Both of them looked like men who hadn’t slept properly in days. Good. That meant they were paying attention. “You’ve read it?” Martin asked. “I’ve read it.”

Martin glared at him and he stopped speaking. “Emily, Aiden…” Mr. Martin started, “You guys need to start working now, okay?” “Of course, Mr. Martin. I have already started working. I am reading some books from the library. Also, I am taking a lot of help from the internet too” I said to him confidently. “Good… Nice to hear that…” Mr. Martin said and then turned to look at Aiden, waiting for him to say something. “And Aiden, you?” He finally asked him after looking at him for a while.

She lowered her head slightly, her mind racing, trying to decipher the intention behind this, but coming up empty. Caesar looked around and spoke in a professionally steady tone. "There is no need for excessive concern. Mr. Martin's health is currently stable. This reading is merely a routine measure for estate planning—a precaution to ensure everything is in order." Dead silence filled the room. Receiving no response, Caesar straightened his tie and began reading on Edward's behalf. "I, Edward Martin, upon my death, bequeath my 55% shareholding in MT Corporation, divided into three portions, as follows:"

The man was older, with silver hair and a calm, unnerving presence that seemed to quiet the frantic energy of the other doctors. ​August’s heart skipped a beat. He stepped forward, ignoring the lead neurologist. ​"Dr. Martin?" August’s voice was hushed, stripped of its usual iron. ​The man nodded once, a brief, professional acknowledgment. Dr. Martin was a man who lived in a remote research facility and only took cases that interested him. No amount of money, no political pressure, and no Harrington name had ever been enough to move him.

Caroline’s POV: The doctor stepped away from Martin and tucked away his stethoscope. “The drug should be mostly out of your system by now. Just make sure you drink plenty of water.” I smiled at the doctor and shuffled over to Martin, who was currently regaining his strength on the bed. “Thank you, doctor. I’ll take care of him.” He looked at the two of us fondly, like he was witnessing a happy couple. “You two enjoy the wedding,” he hummed before stepping out of the room.

"Because it's my responsibility, Martin. I can manage it." "No, you can't," Reed countered, his voice steady, entirely different from any theatrical charm. "This is the personal contact for Dr. Aris Thorne. He’s one of the top neurologists in the country. I’ve already flagged your mother’s files with his assistant. Just call him. Let him look at her charts." A single page from the middle of my stack slipped, drifting silently to the floor. I didn't look down to pick it up. "Thank you, Martin," Lauretta whispered, her voice rough, barely carrying down the hall.

Martin kindly advises. “I think it’s up to Dr. Abbott to give medical advice not up to you,” a low growl comes from behind. Martin freezes and I look over my shoulder into the stormy grey eyes of Maverick. “Morning Maverick!” I cheerfully greet him in the hope he’ll stop looking at Martin as if he wants to hurt him. “Martin has medical training and his parents are doctors as well. He’s just looking out for me.” Maverick squints at Martin, “Enjoy your day,” he grinds out as he walks away.

He ensured every doctor is available at this time so they can meet to their new soon to be owner. “This is the Neurology department, our one doctor from this department is assigned for the treatment of Mr. Martin” Charlotte face sullen, but she forced the smile on her face. “I am counting on his expertise” Dr. George complimented the doctor. “Rest assured, he is the best doctor currently in the town, and he has handled most severe and complicated cases, I am confident his treatment will show you the positive progress in Mr. Martin” Charlotte nodded. ‘Call Dr. Austin and his trainees’ after other doctors of same department were introduced Dr. George asked his secretary to call them while they

Martin opened the door. “Oh, I am sorry…” Dr. Martin apologized, staring at Anna. He faced Cohen, explaining, “I didn’t know you have a visitor.” Anna smiled. “It’s fine, you can come in, sir,” she permitted. “I am leaving already.” Dr. Martin beamed, slightly curtsying his head. “Thanks,” he appreciated, adding, “I just want to inform him I am going out and may not come back today…” He stared at Franklin, informing, “I am going out and may not come back again. I already told your friend to come back tomorrow for the DNA test.”