My Md Anderson Novels & Stories

Suzy shrugged, reaching for a fresh gum. "Now, I'm just waiting for his call.." *** Anderson watched the detectives leave his side to Xavier's and at the same time, he noticed the lobby door slide open and Madeline running in. "Oh son," she immediately engulfed him in a hug on sighting him. "I came as soon as I dropped the call. What did the doctor say?" "They're still in there," Anderson shut his eyes, letting the tears fall. He's been fighting them back for too long. "No one is saying anything, Mom and it's killing me. I'm so scared."

His face held an air of urgency as he entered, and I gestured for him to speak his mind. "Mr. Tyler, I need your help," he implored with a mixture of desperation and concern etched across his features. His words struck me like a bolt of lightning, sending shockwaves through my senses. Madison had kept silent about this dire situation. I leaned forward, inquiring about the name of the hospital and the identity of their ailing mother. Andy's voice trembled slightly as he provided the information. "It's St. Laurels Hospital, and her name is Mary Byers."

Maddie soon came to find out that Miss Gilbert was the head doctor slash owner of G Memorial Health Care, the top health care center in the country with branches spread out throughout every state in the country and even globally. Maddie found this out when it was time to make a toast to the celebrant and cut her birthday cake. Maddie had thought Miss Gilbert was just one of the doctors that worked in G Memorial Health Care not the head doctor!

“It is my greatest wish to see children running around the mansion and making a mess everywhere before I pass on” the voice of fifty-six-year-old Marlow Anderson kept ringing in Adams’s ear as he drove. Today, fifteen of November was his mother’s birthday and they had all gathered to celebrate at the Anderson Mansion. Adams was the eldest of the Anderson children. He has a younger sister, in her early twenties who was his everything. Their father, Michelson Anderson passed on a few years back, leaving him in charge of the ‘AA’ group company.

Besides I was a stark reflection of my mother—Dark ink hair and gray eyes. Luckily, I had a doctor friend. I talked to him about Lugard's symptoms and the only thing he could come up with was NPD [[NARCISSISTIC PERSONALITY DISORDER]]. I researched it and confirmed that Lugard indeed was mentally disordered. I was scared to tell him to get therapy. The one time I tried it, I was certain he would have killed me if we weren't in my parents house. I decided it was over for us. I can't be with a man like Lugard. He was sick and needed medical care, not me. I was done trying to fix him.

“I’ll call the hospital myself. Someone must know where this man is.” We all listened as he dialed. His back was to us, his posture stiff. When the line connected, he spoke with the authority of a man used to being obeyed. “This is Anderson. My wife gave birth at your hospital years ago. The doctor in charge was Dr. Mason. I need to know his current whereabouts.” There was a pause. Then Mr. Anderson’s shoulders tensed. “What do you mean, retired? When? … No records? No forwarding address?” His tone grew sharp. “Listen, this is important. If you know anything, even rumors—”

This time, it was an unknown caller, but I suspected it was Marcus calling to urge me to be fast. I swiped on the screen, yelling out before I could hear Marcus’ voice. “Marc, I am on my way! Alright? I –” “Am I unto Mr. Andre Lynch?” I frowned. “Yes. Who is it?” “This is Doctor Fred Anderson calling from the hospital." It seemed everyone was now in the habit of cutting him off while he was talking, and this was beginning to irritate Andre. He scowled at the phone, pumping the accelerator even harder.

Mahya asked next. Andre smiled, recalling the bitter incident of the past that had completely changed his life. "Well, I was interested in learning about the human body, and... because of the incident that happened in my past. And also, my father is actually the owner of this Andromeda hospital. However, it almost collapsed due to sloppy management..." Mahya widened her eyes. This fact was so interesting to her. "Oh, it's not Dr. Miriam's family who owns it then?" Mahya finally asked.

He said, his powerful aura in display already. Instead, she couldn't speak. She leaned against the door, closed her eyes, and gasped. She did not know what to say.He looked at her coldly for a while Until Ramond came over. " I want you to check that patient" he suddenly said. Ramond used to be the attending doctor of Anderson's mother when she was still alive so he knew all about women since he specialized in that. Ever since she had died, it was the first time that he would contact her.

I can’t let her worry—not now. She pats my hand, her tone lighter. “I heard you have an interview today.” “Yes,” I say, nodding like a child caught sneaking cookies. “I’ll be getting ready to leave soon.” **************** The bustling energy of AD-Media greets me as soon as I step inside. The sleek, modern design of the Anderson family’s company matches their reputation: bold, polished, and unapologetically extravagant. Christine follows closely behind, her steps echoing in sync with mine.