Dr Mitchell halted and looked at Damien, who was standing beside him. He examined the young man from head to toe and a frown slowly crept to his face. "How dare you tell me to stop?" He questioned, clearly displeased that he was questioned in front of everyone. His ability and skills were questioned and that was what he hated the most. Damien let out a deep breath, relieved that he had noticed the medication before it was administered. "These medications would do more harm to his health," he explained but that got Dr Mitchell pissed off. "Who are you? A doctor? How dare you talk against my knowledge?"Charlotte couldn't keep her anger in anymore. She had tried to control herself when Damien stopped the doctor at first, but she couldn't anymore. She stepped forward and pointed a finger at him. "You don't want my grandfather to get better. This is Dr Mitchell, the best doctor in the southern region and he has more knowledge than you can ever acquire. How dare you stop him from treat
Dr Mitchell's Doctors rushed over to the old man and tried to get him to calm down. It was impossible for them as they had no idea how to calm him down. Although they have been doctors for decades, the old man's sickness was a rare case and it needed precise treatments cause any wrong mistake or wrong medication given to him, would mean his death. The other doctors all looked at Damien, staring at him accusingly. Whatever he had done, got the old man in his situation and it was enough evidence to prove he had a mission. They were all on edge until the old man stopped moving, but his breathing was hagged, and his blood pressure kept dropping. He was still in danger which threatened to take his life in a few minutes. Charlotte stepped forward and pointed her finger at Damien. She pushed him and cried out, "What did you do to my grandfather? This is all your fault. You wanted to kill him and now, you have succeeded!"Damien drew his brows seeing what Dr Mitchell was up to. He warned
The room was left in silence as they all averted their attention to Damien. Dr Mitchell's face was covered in horror and that meant one thing. "No!" Charlotte cried out loud. "No, you killed him!" She stood up and ran to Damien, grabbing his shirt. "How dare you? Why did you do this? What do you want me to do now he's dead?""Please calm down. I wouldn't kill your grandfather," he replied, which didn't sit well with the doctors present. "He has stopped breathing. I can't feel his purse," Dr Mitchell pointed out. It was something they couldn't prevent, but at least, he was happy he wouldn't be accused of killing him. He knew his medication had a hand in his death, but Damien would be the one to get punished for it. All he had to do was make everyone turn against the young man. "He is not dead," Damien answered confidently. He understood their pain, but they were too quick to conclude. Before he could explain further, Charlotte gave him a slap which took him aback. He placed his ha
Dr Mitchell walked forward and checked the old man, trying to see for himself. He was alive and didn't seem to be in danger anymore. His eyes widened, knowing the young man's treatment worked and not his. He remained mute, not knowing what to say.Eleanor placed her hand on her chest in relief. She had lost all hope. She walked forward to her grandfather and fell on her knee before him. "But he is not completely out of danger now," Damien informed, getting their attention to him again. Eleanor quickly stood up and faced him, "What do you need? Just mention it and it would be given to you," she said. Her eyes were filled with hope and trust for Damien. Damien nodded and took a glimpse at the old man. He stared at him for a while before he said, "I don't have the medication with me so I will have to leave to get it ready."She nodded and hurriedly picked up her purse, "Where are you going to? How much do you need? Just let me know and I will provide everything," she answered and brou
Damien slowly turned and faced her. "Going home," he lied. He had no home. Eleanor rolled her eyes and let out a deep breath, "You have to stay here. I can't let you go. You are the only doctor I trust with my grandfather. Please, don't leave," she pleaded.He promised to take care of the old man and leaving would be wrong of him. But, he had a life. He wanted to take a deep breath and think of what to do next to stand back on his feet. Taking a step forward, he wanted to object to her request, but she pleaded, "Please. What if something happens at night? What if he's in sudden need of medication?"She was right. Although he was stable, a lot could happen at night. He let out a deep breath and answered, "Alright then. I am your grandfather's doctor and I need to be conscious."The corners of her lips quirked up and her heart gladdened. She let out a deep breath of relief and faced the doctors of the hospital. "I want you all to prepare the best room for Dr Damien. He should have the
A few minutes ago...Eleanor walked out of the hospital and met her car ready for her with her driver standing by the car. She got closer and instructed him to take her to a restaurant. Before she entered the car, she saw her sister walking to her. "I thought you wouldn't come with me," she said when she got closer. "I am not going with you. I'm out for a while and I do need some rest. At least, grandfather is better now and I can have a good sleep," Charlotte answered. Eleanor twisted her lips trying to hide her smile, but it didn't go unnoticed by Charlotte. "What is it?" She questioned. "Well, you were adamant about throwing Damien out, but now, you look so calm about it all," she answered. Charlotte let out a deep breath and put her hands in her pocket. "Grandfather is alive. I have the man to thank and besides, I am feeling so guilty for pushing him away." She looked around and found her car parked and ready for her. "Anyway, I need to leave now. Take good care of our guest,
Damien walked into the VIP room where Mr Whyte was. He was still unconscious but his health had improved greatly. He did his daily routine of checking him up, and the corners of his lips curled up seeing the improvements. He picked up his pen and wrote down the progress on his notepad before he faced the nurse and instructed, "Do let me know if there is a slight change. Even though he is stable now, we still need to watch him carefully.""Alright, doctor," she replied and proceeded to tug the old man properly. Damien looked at his wristwatch and clicked his tongue seeing how late he was. He would need to get ready in twenty minutes for the gala. Eleanor already told him that a car would pick him up from the hospital. Letting out a deep breath, he walked out and went to his room on the top floor. It was safe to call it his room as he had gotten accustomed to living in it.It's been a week since the last humiliation that almost got him to jail. It's been a week since Mr Whyte survive
Damien stared at Bianca as she walked into the hall with a smile plastered across her lips. The smile he remembered clearly. He watched as she was led towards her seat by a staff, not taking notice of him. Eleanor's lips curled up into a satisfied smile when she saw Bianca walk in, just as she wanted. Since Damien had helped her, she vowed to help him out of the mess going on in his life. "Bianca is here," Damien said to Eleanor who nodded. "Yes, she was invited. Her company is promising and this is the right place to get an audience. Couldn't let her pass this one," she answered nonchalantly, still not taking her gaze away from Bianca who was seated comfortably, without the knowledge of her being the center of a discussion. "I never expected her to be here," he muttered and laughed a bit, trying to hide the shock of suddenly seeing her. "I was so busy that I didn't have a chance to tell you," Eleanor lied and tightened her hand around his arm, "Anyway, she is here now. You can u
Damien's eyes went around, looking at his image on the TV screen while dumbstruck. Dating? 'I am not daring Charlotte,' he wanted to scream out but his words would fall on deaf ears. Everyone in the restaurant had their eyes and ears on the TV, as his name had been mentioned. He averted his gaze to Bianca and saw her watching the news with her eyes widened. 'This news was confirmed to be true after they were spotted being intimate at a restaurant. The clip has been making rounds on the internet. Would they be the couple of the century?' The news went on.Damien fisted his hand in disbelief. Everyone in the restaurant was talking about it, not knowing he was there with them. "The youngest daughter? I thought he would end up with the oldest daughter because they seemed pretty close," he heard a man say."I thought that too, but we never can know the ways of men. He has always loved the youngest and the first was just a friend or business partner," another man seconded. "They are so
Damien's eyes widened at the lawyer's revelation. He remembered what Regina said about telling Bianca not to submit the divorce papers, and he put himself on a fix. It's either Regina told her not to submit it or she did on her own.He let out a loud inhale and fixed his eyes on nothing as he dived into deep thoughts. Regina hates him so much and has always wanted him to leave the family. Getting divorced was a huge relief for her. There was no way she was going to tell Bianca not to submit the divorce paper. She was lying as she always does. "The Calloway's always have a way of putting me in a fix," he muttered and clicked his tongue. His phone beeped and when he saw the name popping on his screen, he hesitated to pick it up. It was Bianca calling. Knowing she was still his wife changed everything for him. He watched the phone ring until it stopped. Letting out a deep breath, he looked away but almost immediately, his phone started ringing again and it was still Bianca calling.
Damien stared at Bianca as Regina's words repeated in his head. Was he truly living a dream? If Bianca didn't submit the divorce, that meant they were still married. He knew Regina would do anything to rile him up, and that made him have a second thought about it. Bianca drew her brows together, in wonder at why they were both staring at her. She glanced at Regina for a second and averted her gaze back to Damien. "What is going on?" She questioned but got no reply. "Damien, what did Regina say to you?" "Why did you think I would say anything to him? He is not that important to me to start a conversation," Regina grumbled. Bianca shot her a glare and wanted to shut her up but Damien spoke first. "I have some patients to attend to."She nodded at him and moved aside. Damien walked out of the room with one question in his head. 'Why didn't she submit the document?'Was she planning to submit it later after being too busy to submit it? So many questions and thoughts, and he got distr
She walked closer and covered a large space between them. She examined him from head to toe and smirked. "Not bad. You changed a lot and I almost did not recognize you. You disappeared after receiving so much help from my grandfather, just to enjoy it all," she accused.Damien drew his brows. He tried to take a step closer but she held up her hand and stopped him. "Don't come closer!"Damien became confused and tried to find out what was going on as she looked so pissed off. He tried going closer but with each step he took, she stepped back. She suddenly laughed out, pointing at his face. "I got you so good. See how confused you look.""I am confused," he said, and she let out a deep breath and walked closer. "I was only playing a prank on you to pretend to be angry but not really. It's so good you fell," she jumped and clapped her hands like a little child who got the snacks she always wanted. He laughed and shook his head, understanding what the prank was about. "Anyway, what a
Regina looked at Damien with a frown on his face. "How did I get here?" She questioned with disbelief lacing her voice. She averted her gaze to Bianca and clenched her jaw. "Did you bring me here? I thought I made it clear that I don't want to have anything to do with Damien William?"Bianca frowned and stood up, "What are you talking about, Regina? What is wrong with you?""Why did you bring me here?" She raised her voice, with annoyance resonating from her tone. Bianca rubbed her neck in frustration. Regina hasn't changed even after experiencing a life-threatening sickness. "You came in here yourself. I was called by Damien who told me you were here. Have you forgotten all these?""Liar!" Regina accused. "Why would I come to the hospital I hate so much to be treated by the man I don't want to see at all?"Bianca rolled her eyes and sat down. "What's your problem, Regina? Right after you wake up, you are about to bring this hospital down." She let out a deep breath and looked at he
Damian and Bianca found themselves in Regina’s hospital room. The tension in the air was palpable, but neither of them wanted to leave the other’s side. Damian stood by the monitors, adjusting a few settings, while Bianca sat in the corner, her hands folded tightly in her lap.“How’s she doing?” Bianca asked softly, her eyes flickering to her sister’s pale face.“She’s stable for now,” Damian replied, his tone professional. “But her condition is still critical. If the treatment I’m testing doesn’t work, we’ll need to consider more drastic measures.”Bianca bit her lip, her gaze dropping to her hands. “I never thought I’d see her like this. Regina’s always been so... untouchable. Seeing her vulnerable like this... it’s hard.”Damian walked over, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “She’s strong, Bianca. She’ll fight through this. And I’ll do everything in my power to help her.”She looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Damian. For everything. I know Regin
Damien was taken aback by her sudden request. A date? He wanted to ask about it but she suddenly laughed and waved her hand. "I was just joking. I wanted to see the look on your face and you didn't disappoint. You look so shocked," she laughed mockingly. Damien pursed his lips and nodded. He was taken aback and wasn't expecting her to ask for a date. "You did take me by surprise. I wondered if I had heard someone else speak," he answered. She laughed again and when she had a fill, she shook her head. "Anyway, I want to ask for dinner instead. I want to thank you for everything you did for Regina. You have it all, so a gift would just be added to your collections. This is the only appreciative way I can think of."Damien looked at his wristwatch and drew in a deep breath, "I don't think I will be able to make it. My schedule is filled up today. I have missed a lot of meetings and events for the hospital. I need to work on them."Bianca twisted her lips, feeling disappointed and at t
Bianca's heart skipped a beat seeing how serious he was. She sat up and swallowed down lumps in her throat. "Is she… is she gonna die?" She questioned.Damien shook his head to her relief and he answered, "We have to keep hoping she wakes up. The surgery was successful and right now, we will continue with the treatments."Bianca sniffed and drew back. She couldn't stop her tears from flowing. She swallowed the lump in her throat and lowered her head. "I thought… I thought… you wanted to tell me… about her death," she sniffed. Damien shook his head and faced her, "She survived it. You know your sister, she has always been a fighter."She nodded and lifted her eyes to look at him, "But what problem are you talking about? Did you discover something else? Would she be alright soon?" She questioned at once, with anxiety resonating in her voice. "The problem is that she would be staying in the hospital for a much longer time than intended. Her treatment would be a gradual process," She an
They both stared at each other reminiscing the sweet moments between them. The sweet moments they had forgotten. Realizing they were staring too much, Damien cleared his throat and looked away while Bianca lowered her gaze. "It is late. You should rest. I will be going back to my apartment," he said to her and she quickly nodded. "Drive safely," she said and rushed in. Damien stared at the closed door and curled up the corners of his lips. "I guess this would be a new chapter," he whispered and walked away, going back to his office to get ready for his apartment.He drove back to his apartment and in no time, he fell asleep. …Damien glanced at his wristwatch for the tenth time since he came to the hospital, and he groaned. He walked into his office and grabbed his white coat before he hurried out of the room. A doctor who was walking towards his office quickly walked to him with a sigh of relief. "I was coming to your office to check if you were there," he said and started wa