President Asher's chuckle, though barely audible, brought a sense of relief to Bryan, yet it was accompanied by a tinge of sorrow. His trust in Bryan was evident but overshadowed by the mention of Lisa's danger."I knew I could rely on you, Bryan," the President's words carried a weight that didn't escape Bryan's sharp gaze. His mind raced, processing the implications of Lisa's threat, his expression reflecting a deep concern as he braced himself for the challenges ahead."I understand, sir. Lisa's threat will be dealt with, rest assured," Bryan's reassurance held a steadfast resolve, but the weight of the situation lingered on his shoulders. His commitment to handling the situation was unwavering, yet the heaviness in his heart mirrored his worry for both the President and the looming danger that Lisa posed.As the weight of the moment settled, a profound silence enveloped them. The President's heartfelt words about his daughter's happiness and the blessing of their union resonated d
Bryan's mind raced with thoughts of Lisa and her potential schemes. He tried to shake off the feeling of unease, telling himself it was just his imagination running wild. But the seed of doubt had been planted, and he couldn't shake it off. He needed to stay focused and alert, especially when this is all about Lisa..His stomach growled , reminding him he hasn't eaten anything since day break. But he hesitated to call for his meal, unsure if he would have an appetite to eat . .Bryan decided to wait it out, his hunger pangs temporarily forgotten in the face of his growing unease. He needed to gather his thoughts, come up with a plan, and figure out his next move. One thing was certain - he couldn't let his guard down, not for a moment. Lisa was a force to be reckoned with, and he needed to be ready."I think I should eat something" He said to himself, his stomach growling with hunger, and decided to eat from the restaurant himself. Instead of ordering them to bring it down to his offi
Bryan didn't understand what was really going on; perhaps it was some kind of dream or something else entirely. He pinched himself to confirm the reality of the situation.“Bryan, I know this is difficult for you to believe, but my intentions are pure. Trust me,” Sam reassured him, and Bryan could only stare at him, struck by the gravity of the words.In a tense and skeptical tone, Bryan questioned, "I don't know, but why are you really doing this? Lisa's your mother, I am just an ordinary stepbrother, whom you believe has come from nowhere to snatch your position," his disbelief evident in his voice.Sam hesitated for a moment before responding with a sense of resolve, "Because I think it's really time we support each other as a family. I'm tired of being manipulated by my own mother," he explained earnestly. Bryan scoffed at Sam's words, still struggling to grasp the sincerity behind his actions.Bryan's mind was swirling with confusion as he processed Sam's unexpected revelation. "
Bryan was quiet as she watched Alora stare at her brother, tears lacing her eyes like delicate threads of sorrow. Her gaze was fixed on the hospital bed, her mind consumed by worry and fear. Bryan went to sit on the couch, his movements slow and heavy, his eyes filled with concern. The waiting room was dimly lit, the only sound the soft beeping of machines and the murmur of hushed conversations.Not long after, Betty, Grandma Creston, Elena, and Kingsley rushed to the hospital, their footsteps echoing through the hallway like a chorus of worry. They burst into the waiting room, their faces etched with anxiety, their eyes scanning the room for answers.Immediately Bryan saw them, he stood up on his feet, his tall frame towering over the room. His face was a mask of seriousness, his eyes locking onto Grandma Creston's worried face. "What's wrong with Sam?" Grandma Creston asked, her voice trembling like a leaf, her eyes scanning the room for answers.Bryan's voice was low and grave, his
Bryan felt a wave of sadness wash over him as he held onto Betty, trying to process the devastating news about Sam's condition. "Lisa has finally ruined his life," he said, his voice laced with despair. "After he decided to turn into a changed man."Betty looked at him quizzically, unsure what he meant. "What do you mean he's ready to turn into a changed man?" she demanded, her eyes filled with concern.Bryan took a deep breath, explaining the encounter he had with Sam at the restaurant just before the accident. "He came to meet me there, and he was different, Betty. He was determined to change his ways and make amends for his past mistakes. He even promised to help me take down Lisa and expose her secrets."Betty's eyes widened in shock, and she held Bryan tighter, trying to offer comfort. "Oh, Bryan, I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I am so sorry for him. Lisa isn't a good mother"Bryan nodded, feeling a sense of anger and determination rising up within him. "We can't let her win, Betty
As he drew back the curtains, he was met with an empty space, the mysterious figure who had been lurking behind the drum having seemingly vanished into thin air. He exhaled a sigh of relief, chiding himself for allowing his imagination to get the better of him. Concluding that it was merely a ptrick of the mind, he proceeded to exit the premises.Meanwhile, Elena was frantic as she scoured the hospital corridors in search of Bryan. Her chest heaved with each labored breath as she struggled to regain control over her racing respiration. Her mind reeled with disbelief as she grappled with the shocking revelation she had just overheard. The conversation she had eavesdropped on seemed too fantastical to be true, yet the words had been spoken with conviction, leaving her with a sense of unease. She had heard every detail with crystal clarity, and the weight of that knowledge now hung heavy on her shoulders. Elena scanned the area, her eyes darting back and forth in search of Bryan, eager
Soon, the group made their way to the VIP ward, their footsteps echoing down the hospital corridor. Bryan hastened ahead to meet Grandma Creston, who had been sitting anxiously on the couch, her eyes fixed on the door to the hospital room. Alora stood a distance from her, lost in her own worries."Grandma, what did the doctor say?" Bryan asked, his voice laced with concern, as he sat down beside her.Grandma Creston's face was etched with worry lines. "The doctor just went inside to check on him after he woke up. We haven't been allowed to see him yet," she replied, her voice trembling.Bryan's eyes closed, and he prayed silently, his lips moving in a quiet plea. "Please, let him be fine." He sat down beside his grandma, taking her hand in his, offering what little comfort he could.Just then, the door to the hospital room swung open, and a doctor emerged, his expression a mask of professionalism. "I'm Dr. Lee.."Bryan's eyes locked onto the doctor, his heart racing with anticipation.
Lisa persisted, her voice firm and resolute, "I demand that you discharge Sam immediately. I will not leave until you have signed the release papers."The doctor chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I apologize, ma'am, but I cannot acquiesce to your request. It would be a breach of my professional ethics to release a patient who has not yet fully recuperated."Lisa's face reddened with indignation, her eyes flashing with anger. "You will face the consequences of your actions," she threatened, her voice rising. "I will ensure that your actions have repercussions, and you will face disciplinary action if you're not careful."With a huff, she turned on her heel and strode out of the ward, leaving the doctor and the others to exchange concerned glances. The doctor's expression turned resolute, his jaw set in determination. "I will not be swayed," he murmured to himself, "I will prioritize my patient's well-being, regardless of the outcome.” Bryan approached the doctor, his eyes