Chapter One Hundred And Twenty OneHenry's heart raced as he walked briskly away from the hospital, the nurse's uniform clinging to his body like a second skin. The city lights danced in the distance, a faint glimmer of freedom that felt both exhilarating and fragile.As he turned a corner, he came face to face with a soldier stationed near one of the hospital's entrances. The soldier's gaze bore into Henry, his eyes sharp and scrutinising. Henry's heart clenched in his chest as he tried to steady his breathing and control his nerves."Hey, you there!" The soldier's voice cut through the night air, his tone authoritative.Henry's throat constricted as he tried to respond, his voice quivering as he stammered, "I-I d-don't kn-know..."The soldier's brow furrowed, his gaze narrowing. "Did you see anyone suspicious around here?"Henry's heart pounded in his chest, his palms growing clammy. He stammered again, "N-n-no, I-I d-didn't see..."The soldier regarded him for a moment, then nodded

Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Three Selena's eyes were filled with curiosity and a hint of suspicion as she sat by Elijah's bedside, her gaze fixed on him. "Elijah," she began, her voice soft yet probing, "there's something I've been wondering about."Elijah met her gaze, his heart skipping a beat. He knew exactly what she was referring to – the visits from the President, the air of importance that had surrounded them. He had hoped she wouldn't ask, that he could shield her from the truth. But he also knew that Selena was perceptive, that she wouldn't let her questions go unanswered."What is it?" he asked, feigning innocence, though his mind raced with thoughts of how to respond.Selena hesitated for a moment before continuing, her fingers twisting in her lap. "I've been thinking… the President visiting you twice, in person, it's not something that happens every day. It's almost as if you're someone very important."Elijah's heart tightened in his chest. He could see the curiosity

Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Five Selena stood there, her heart racing as she looked into Elijah's warm, reassuring eyes. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the tranquil park where they had chosen to meet. As they embraced, she felt his strong arms enveloping her, a safe haven amidst the chaos of the world. With her head resting on his shoulder, she could feel his steady heartbeat, matching the rhythm of her own.With a deep breath, Selena mustered the courage to speak her dreams aloud. Her voice quivered with emotion as she whispered, "Elijah, my dream is to become a doctor. I want to heal, to make a difference in people's lives. And more than anything, I dream of a peaceful, happy life, a life filled with love and laughter. Oh, and I want a cat too, a furry companion to share my days with."Elijah pulled back slightly, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "A doctor, huh? That's a noble dream, Selena. I can see you saving lives and making the world a better place." His

Chapter One Hundred And Twenty SevenSelena stirred in her slumber, her eyelids fluttering as the warm morning sunlight streamed through the curtains. Slowly, she became aware of the soft comfort of her bed, the familiar scent of her room, and the gentle sounds of birds chirping outside. With a soft sigh, she stretched her arms above her head and let out a contented yawn, feeling the remnants of a peaceful dream slip away.Rubbing her eyes, Selena reached over to her bedside table and grabbed her phone. Candy Crush had become a comforting ritual, a way to ease into the day. But as her finger hovered over the app, her heart skipped a beat. An unread email notification from Harvard Medical University caught her attention. Dread crept into her chest, memories of past rejection letters flooding her mind.Her fingers trembled as she tapped on the email icon. She stared at the screen, eyes scanning the subject line without actually reading the words. The weight of anticipation was almost su

Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Nine The next day, a sense of trepidation hung in the air as Elijah approached his grandfather's sprawling estate. The memories of his childhood visits were a mix of grandeur and discomfort, a reminder of the complex relationship he had with Williams. Despite the discord, Elijah clung to a small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, his grandfather had called him there to apologize, to mend the bridges that had long been burnt.As he stepped into the opulent foyer, his shoes sinking into the plush carpet, Elijah's heart raced. The scent of old wood and faded elegance filled the air, an atmosphere of formality that seemed to cling to every corner of the house.Elijah was met with an eerie silence as he made his way to the grand study, the door slightly ajar. He knocked softly before entering, hoping to find some semblance of understanding between them.His grandfather was seated behind an antique desk, a sharp contrast to his tailored suit. The lines o