The Doctor Blake Mysteries Review Novels & Stories

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he whispered as he stared at Evangeline who was sleeping peacefully on a chair. "Thank you, Doctor Bruce, I'm very glad to your news," Blake said as he was walking Doctor Bruce back to his car. "No problem, Blake, I'm glad that you finally got had a family, see you soon and your child," he chuckled as he entered his car. Blake couldn't help but smile as he watched the doctor's car driving away.

The doctor ordered a series of tests for Sadie. Sadie and Blake sat opposite the doctor as he carefully reviewed the report again and again. Her hands were sweating. Even though Sadie knew that the probability was almost zero for her illness to be cured, she still could not help feeling disappointed when she saw the troubled look on the doctor's face. "Blake, it's fine that I can't be cured. Let's just leave." Sadie had just spoken when the doctor finally said something. "Are you messing around with me, Blake? You made me travel all the way here, but the tests indicate that she's very healthy. She isn't suffering from any illnesses."

"No… there's nothing you can help me with but I'm going to ask one favour and that is for you all to get your selves out of my presence with your unnecessary Tears and sobs. These would do nothing but distract me the more and I wouldn't be able to concentrate on my work. "Okay then…" I began and then turned to the others who were in the room. They immediately understood what I was talking about and one after the other, they began to find their way out of the room until there was only the doctor and myself in there. I felt a kind of weird feeling in me but then I trusted him and his experience. He began to mutter some incoherent words as he picked some tools from his bag and began to tear thr

Yara jumps as I yell, but really, this asshole is going to tell me my leg needs to be removed and think that I’m not going to fight it? He continues to glare at Yara while he does the x-rays, and when he comes back, he puts them on the lightbox and turns to her with a sneer on his face. I’m about ready to come off this table and rip that look off his smug face. “What do you think now, doctor?” he asks, as if questioning the truth in her title. Yara walks to the lightbox, looking closely at first one, then the other x-ray. “Do you have the original?” she asks, turning to Dr. Stevens. He huffs, but hands it to her and she sets it up on the lightbox beside the others.

Drake spoke coldly to the doctor across the table. "Because of our relationship with this hospital, we came here first. To say that I'm disappointed is an understatement. When we return home, my dear wife and I will reconsider our future donations." "That… That…", Dr. Jones felt that her soul might leave her body. "Please, reconsider, Mr. Blake. This was just the first appointment for us to get comfortable with each other." She saw that Drake's expression turned icy and she quickly corrected herself, "I mean… for me and Mrs. Blake to get to know each other. The next appointment will be more specific and tailored to her needs."

My lips curved into a crescent smile, hoping he wouldn't dig further. "Oh absolutely. Yeah." Brooke nodded, showing me her pearly white teeth, hint of mischief glinting in her eyes. Oh no. Did she see something? Our conversation was cut short when a knock sounded at the door, and the doctor came in. Checking up Blake's condition, he prescribed medication and discharged him. Thanking him as he left, I closed the door of the cabin and turned back when someone knocked again. Frowning, I pulled the door open. "Yes, doc..." I trailed, my frown deepening. "Mr Kingston?"

There was just something about him that filled a room. He smelled like expensive cologne and something darker, richer. It had to be his own scent. Nothing like Richard’s overpowering aftershave that always made my nose itch. Richard bathed in the stuff. Maybe I should have drowned him in it. “The doctors want to start running the tests,” Blake said. “A lot of them. Brain scans, neurological assessments, psychiatric evaluations. Are you up for it?” “Psychiatric?” I barked out a laugh. “Oh, let me guess. Because I’m claiming to be someone who drowned?”

The Russian hulk entered the room, and he nodded at me respectfully and, as usual, Jackson’s eyes widened when he saw him up and close. “Sergey, would you please tell Doctor Jackson here who was the monster that pummeled me yesterday?” I asked absently as I began to sip my coffee, enjoying its bitter taste and feeling it lightening up my nerves. Just what I needed. “No animal sir, it was Miss Brown who fucked you up like that.” Sergey said firmly, and I threw my head back and chuckled loudly, shaking and feeling tears fall from my eyes because Jackson spat his food and stared at me in horror

Vera had shown herself to be one of those people who never came back from the darkness they chose. Blake’s story ended differently, but no less tragic. He collapsed in his prison cell one night, sudden and violent. His body betrayed him where his pride had never bowed. Doctors diagnosed him with the last stage of cancer, an illness that had been eating him quietly even as he plotted destruction. Damian heard the news and sat in silence, his chest tight with complicated feelings. There was no satisfaction in Blake’s downfall, only the ache of what could have been if he had chosen love instead of cruelty.