Martin Read Md Novels & Stories

In fact, she was the first person he talked to in a while. She looked relaxed and slightly moved her glasses as she waited for his reply. Martin didn’t look at her. He was busy reading the many diplomas behind the counselor. She was a professional therapist, alright. He didn’t doubt her expertise. But he doubted his own sanity. He never knew anyone that sought out helps from therapists, at least to his knowledge. Maybe something was wrong with him.

MIKE'S POV💔 “Mr Luthra,Dr. Martin is waiting for you in his office” a nurse inform me. I nod and head straight to Martin’s office. “Martin” “Young boss” We shake hands,“Please have a sit” I sat down and rest my arm on his table, I tap my finger tips on the table. “You said you have some news for me” “Yes” he pause. “So, good news or bad news, which one do you want first?”

I looked everywhere to find Martin. “There he is,” Paris whispered, and I followed where she was pointing, but I grimaced when I saw Martin, who seemed upset because his buddies were pestering him while he was reading. Is he had no happiness in his life? Is he still reading at this point? “This party is not his trip; he’d rather read business proposals than attend a party like this,” said Paris again, winced. “In short, he’s boring to be with!” she shouted, laughing, and I chuckled as well because I believed they had to go with Martin because they were aware of his behavior.

"Martin, I forgot I have a shift at the hospital today! Can you drive me there?" Martin instinctively pulled her into his arms, his tone intimate. "Oh my, I forgot too! Let's get going!" His peripheral vision caught my ashen face, and Martin released his hold, his eyes darting away. "I know Mom's condition better than anyone. Once I finish with my other patients, I'll arrange for her bone marrow transplant." Watching his retreating back, a bitter smile twisted my lips as tears streamed down my face. Claire's death certificate was sitting in his office, but with his eyes full of nothing but Waverly, how could he possibly notice it?

“But once I’m done with you, you’re going to need a whole different type of doctor.” “I’m not afraid of you, Martin.” Madison says. “You should be.” Martin said as he leaned in closer, until the wristband around Martin’s arm began to glow red on and off. “What’s that?” Madison Ask. Martin covered his wrist and took two steps back. “You got lucky.” Martin said. He then brushed past Madison and kept walking down the hallway until he reached the end, turned left, and out of sight. Madison stood there for a brief second, confused about what had just happened. “Man, that’s weird.” Madison said. “What was he doing here? Weirdest bully ever.” He then continued his way to the Nurse’s Office.

Immediately, he hacked into the Langley family's database to search for Martin. Within moments, all of Martin's information poured out onto the screen. Martin, twenty-seven years old, a graduate with a Master's in Business Administration from Harvard University in Country Y. His father, Samuel; his mother, Linda Cooper; his sister, Charlotte; his stepmother, Martha; the love of his life, Debbie; ex-wife, Patricia; son, Randy; and newly recognized son, Charles... Not only was his personal information comprehensive, but everything from the honors he had received, to the injuries he had sustained, to the illnesses he had endured, were all meticulously recorded.