As Chairman Conrad paced the sterile corridors of the hospital, his mind churned with worry and frustration. He had demanded answers from the doctors, desperate for any shred of information that could shed light on Christopher's sudden seizure.Finally, the doctor emerged from Christopher's ward, his expression grave. Chairman Conrad wasted no time in intercepting him, his voice tense with urgency. "Doctor, I need to speak with you," he said, his tone brooking no argument.The doctor, a seasoned professional with a calm demeanor, nodded solemnly. "Of course, Chairman Conrad. Please follow me to my office," he replied, leading the way down the corridor.As they entered the doctor's office and settled into their seats, Chairman Conrad wasted no time in getting to the point. "What caused my grandson's seizure?" he demanded, his eyes boring into the doctor's.The doctor sighed heavily, his shoulders sagging with the weight of the truth he was about to impart. "Chairman Conrad, I'm afraid
Liana tossed and turned in her bed, the darkness of the night pressing down on her like a suffocating weight. Despite the stillness of the hour, sleep eluded her, her mind consumed by a swirling maelstrom of doubt and unease.She couldn't shake the feeling of nausea that gnawed at her from within, a persistent reminder of the turmoil that had engulfed her life in recent weeks. Thoughts of Larry Conrad danced through her mind, his presence a constant shadow that loomed over her every waking moment.But alongside the flicker of longing for Larry, there was a deeper, more visceral sensation clawing at her insides. It was a feeling of dread, of something dark and foreboding lurking just beneath the surface. And as the minutes ticked by, it only grew stronger, until it felt as though she might suffocate under its weight.Unable to bear it any longer, Liana rolled out of bed, her limbs heavy with exhaustion. But as she attempted to stand, a wave of pain crashed over her, sending her tumblin
Liana lay in her hospital bed, her body wracked with pain and her mind consumed by a torrent of anguish. The room felt suffocatingly small, the sterile walls closing in around her like a prison cell. Beside her, her maid hovered anxiously, her eyes filled with concern.The air was heavy with the scent of antiseptic, a stark reminder of the sterile environment that surrounded her. But amidst the clinical coldness of the hospital room, Liana felt a fire burning within her, a fierce determination to uncover the truth that lay at the heart of her torment.As she lay there, her thoughts swirling in a chaotic whirlwind, a sudden wave of agony washed over her, sending her gasping for breath. She doubled over in pain, clutching at her stomach as a searing pain ripped through her like a blade.Her maid rushed to her side, her hands fluttering in a futile attempt to offer comfort. "Liana, what's wrong?" she cried, her voice tinged with panic.But Liana could only moan in response, the pain rend
The hospital room cast in a dim light, enveloped by an eerie silence broken only by the rhythmic beeping of monitors. Christopher lay still in his bed, his eyes closed, his breath shallow and labored. Despite the diligent efforts of the medical team, his condition showed no signs of improvement, leaving a heavy cloud of uncertainty hanging over the room.Chairman Conrad stood at Christopher's bedside, flanked by Cosmos and Yue Wang. His brow furrowed with worry, he spoke in a low, somber tone. "I must return to the company," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "But I trust both of you to care for Christopher in my absence."Cosmos nodded solemnly, his resolve firm as he accepted the weight of the responsibility placed upon him. Beside him, Yue Wang remained silent, her gaze fixed on Christopher's pale, motionless form, her heart heavy with apprehension.As Chairman Conrad departed, leaving Cosmos and Yue Wang alone in the room, a tense silence settled over them like a heavy blanket.
Larry Conrad sat alone at the dimly lit bar, his fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on the polished wood surface. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and the murmur of conversation, but Larry was lost in his own thoughts, a tempest raging within him.Across the room, the barman, Frank, watched him with concern, his brow furrowed in worry. He knew Larry well, knew the weight of the burdens he carried, and he couldn't help but worry for his friend's well-being.Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, Frank approached Larry with a sympathetic smile. "Another drink, Larry?" he offered, pouring a shot of whiskey with practiced ease.Larry shook his head, his gaze distant as he slid some dollars across the table. "Just the check, Frank. And the key to Room 44."Frank hesitated, his concern deepening. "You sure about that, Larry? You don't seem yourself tonight."Ignoring the question, Larry snatched up the key and stood, his movements jerky with pent-up emotion. "I'll be
Liana's heart felt heavy as she stepped out of the hospital, her steps slow and cautious. The sterile scent of the medical facility lingered on her clothes, a constant reminder of the pain she had endured within those walls. The doctor's words echoed in her mind, warning her to avoid stress at all costs after the traumatic experience of losing her child.Her maid, hovered anxiously by her side, her eyes filled with concern. "Madam, please, let me call for a car. You shouldn't be walking in your condition," she implored, her voice laced with worry.Liana shook her head, her gaze distant. "No. I need some air. I need to clear my head," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.Her maid bowed her head obediently, though worry etched lines on her forehead. "As you wish, Madam. But please, be careful," she urged, her concern evident in every word.As they stepped outside, Liana felt the cool breeze against her skin, a stark contrast to the suffocating atmosphere of the hospital. She
The night enveloped the world in a thick blanket of darkness, broken only by the soft glow of streetlights casting long shadows along the deserted streets. Liana stood alone outside her family home, her breath forming tiny clouds in the crisp night air. Her heart hammered against her ribcage as she watched the figure of Larry Conrad emerge from the shadows, his presence sending a chill down her spine."What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her nerves on edge.Larry's eyes flicked towards her, his expression inscrutable in the dim light. "I could ask you the same thing," he replied, his voice low and tense.Liana took a cautious step forward, her senses on high alert. "I saw you outside," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "What are you looking for?"Larry hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering towards the ground before meeting hers once more. "I needed to talk to you," he admitted, his voice barely audible over the distant hum of traffic.Lia
Months had passed since Christopher's accident, and with each passing day, there were small signs of progress. He could now blink his eyes, see clearly, and even utter a few words. Yue Wang being the happiest about his recovery and the chairman setting aside all his work just to be with his grandson while Cosmos played his role as the right and man of the chairman even with the secrets he hid. But alongside the flicker of improvement loomed the shadow of uncertainty, as the doctors warned of the temporary brain loss Christopher had suffered.In the hospital room, Yue Wang sat by Christopher's bedside, her heart heavy with worry and exhaustion. She had not left his side since the accident, her unwavering devotion a beacon of hope in the face of despair. She brushed a gentle hand against Christopher's cheek, her touch tender and filled with love."Christopher, can you hear me?" she whispered, her voice soft and tremulous.Christopher blinked slowly, his eyes focusing on her face with a