Joaquin couldn’t keep still as he waited in the hospital’s waiting area. He kept standing up and sitting down every few minutes, his nerves getting the best of him.Jasmine had to survive. He wouldn’t be able to handle it if he lost his sister.He sat down again, his leg bouncing restlessly as he kept glancing toward the operating room doors. The light above the door was still on — a sign that the surgery was still ongoing. Just as he was about to sink deeper into his anxiety, his phone rang.He quickly pulled it out of his pocket, ready to silence it, but stopped when he saw Rick’s name on the screen. Without hesitation, he answered."Joaquin," Rick’s voice came through even before Joaquin could say anything. "Where are you? I’m at the hospital."Joaquin’s eyes flicked back toward the operating room. The light was still glowing, the doors still shut tight."Near the operating room. Why?""Are you busy? Come to the lobby. We need to talk — it’s important," Rick said, his voice sharp a

Joaquin first took care of the paperwork for Jasmine’s stay at the hospital and went home to gather some of her things.He’d also found out the truth about what had happened to his sister. According to the police, a car had hit her just as she was about to cross the street. The driver had been speeding even though the light was green for pedestrians.That’s why Joaquin was sure this wasn’t an accident — it was intentional.Once he had prepared Jasmine’s hospital room, he went to the recovery room to check on her condition. Thankfully, his status as a doctor allowed him access.Joaquin’s heart nearly broke when he saw his sister’s state. Her leg was wrapped in bandages, her face was swollen, and her body was covered in bruis

After talking with Miguel Suarez, Joaquin decided to go back to the hospital first. He went directly to Jasmine’s room — and she was still unconscious.Her aura was faint. Her body might still be breathing, but it was weak — too weak.Joaquin knew that if he didn’t bring her soul back soon, her body would start to fall apart.“I’ll get you back, Jasmine. I promise. Just hold on for me, please,” he whispered, his voice trembling with desperation.The door to Jasmine’s room suddenly opened, and Serena walked in. She stopped in her tracks, clearly surprised to see Joaquin sitting by his sister’s bedside.“Joaquin? I didn’t know you were here,” she said softl

Joaquin stood near the heavy oak table in the private room, fists clenched at his sides, his pulse a steady drumbeat of anger. Across from him, George Beckham leaned back in his chair like a king on his throne — relaxed, smug, and entirely too pleased with himself.It took everything in Joaquin not to flip the table between them.“So, what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Lopez?” George started, swirling the glass of whiskey in his hand. He took a slow sip, his eyes fixed on Joaquin, full of quiet mockery.Joaquin tried to stay calm, but just seeing the man made his blood boil. For everything George had done — to Miguel, to Master Iroh, and now his sister — the urge to end him right here and now was nearly overwhelming.

Last Updated : 2025-03-13

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