Hours had passed since Tyler’s conversation with Doctor Jason, and now the doctor had arrived in the country during the early hours of the night. Without a moment's hesitation, he plunged into the crucial surgery. Tyler, filled with anxiety and worry, paced outside the intensive care unit, beads of sweat adorning his furrowed brow. His hands flailed about in a frenzy, mirroring the tumultuous thoughts racing through his mind.Beside him stood Fiorenzo, a steadfast presence, accompanied by two other guards. The clock neared nine in the evening, and the operation was still underway, shrouded in a veil of uncertainty and suspense. The air was thick with tension, each passing minute seeming to stretch into an eternity.Desperate for answers, Tyler's sense of urgency propelled him toward a nurse who emerged from the room. His hands reached out, palms upturned, as if pleading for a glimpse into the current situation. "Please, what's going on?" he implored, his voice tinged with desperation.
The doctor's countenance, though pale and wearied from the arduous procedure, blossomed into a smile that held the weight of triumph. "She's fine. The surgery was a success," he pronounced, his words carrying the potency of a life-altering revelation. In that instant, Tyler's eyes welled up with a mixture of shock, relief, and unadulterated joy. Tears glistened, shimmering like crystals upon his lashes, as an overwhelming sense of gratitude cascaded through his being.Awestruck, Tyler struggled to find words amidst the surge of emotions that threatened to consume him. "Are you... Are you serious?" he stammered, his voice trembling with a blend of disbelief and unrestrained hope.The doctor's smile persisted, radiating warmth and reassurance. "Yes, I am. The surgery was a success," he reiterated, his smile widening, stretching the edges of his face. The weight of his words sank into Tyler's consciousness, lifting the burdensome weight that had settled upon his shoulders.Overflowing wi
Tyler hurriedly approached his mother, who lay on the bed, still struggling to find comfort. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as his hands trembled, desperately seeking solace for his mother's weary body. With a slight curve in his posture, he leaned in closer, fixating his gaze upon her face."Mom! Are you okay?" he uttered, his voice tinged with a blend of fear and relief, grateful to witness even the slightest glimmer of consciousness from his beloved mother.Her eyes remained tightly shut, as if clinging to a veil of darkness, while she managed to emit soft, muffled grunts. Feebly, her hands left the confines of the bed, moving slowly and jerkily, devoid of strength, until they found their way to Tyler's face. Through her eyelashes, still weighed down by the lingering effects of anesthesia, she managed to open her eyes, their dryness accentuating her weakness."Tyler," she whispered, her voice feeble yet just barely audible.As tears welled up in Tyler's eyes, he whispere
The next day arrived, and with determination in his eyes, Tyler proceeded to relocate his mother to a new house, a dwelling he had entrusted Fiorenzo with the responsibility of procuring. Recognizing his mother's dissatisfaction with her hospital stay, she had expressed her discomfort to the doctor, prompting her discharge. However, an attentive nurse was assigned to accompany her until she regained complete wellness, a gesture befitting the mother of the hospital's owner."Mother, what seems to be troubling you?" Tyler inquired, noticing the persistent sternness in her gaze that refused to wane."Why have you brought us to this place, Tyler? This isn't our abode," she questioned, her eyebrows arched with curiosity.With a warm smile, Tyler settled himself on the nearby couch, positioned closely to her bed, taking a moment to absorb the ambiance of the room. "If you'll pardon us for a moment," he kindly requested, prompting the nurse to swiftly exit the room, leaving them alone."Mot
Tyler was consumed by relentless contemplation, his mind swirling with the weight of his mother's words. He sought solace on the balcony, as the evening sun painted the sky with vibrant hues. The sight of the sun setting held a mesmerizing allure, but his thoughts remained in turmoil, a chaotic dance of confusion and uncertainty. The enigma that baffled him the most was his mother's inability to provide a single reason for her adamant refusal to let him listen to Lady Guila or accompany her to Italy to manage the family business.A heavy sigh escaped Tyler's lips, carrying with it the exasperation that clung to his soul. Gripped by frustration, he continued to mercilessly squash the small green ball nestled within his right hand. Each firm squeeze released a modicum of the pent-up tension that coursed through his veins, as if this simple act of compression served as a conduit for the emotions threatening to overwhelm him."Sir, you requested my presence," the nurse in charge of Tyler'
"What's going on?" Tyler inquired, his curiosity tinged with a touch of apprehension.Fiorenzo wasted no time in responding, divulging the unsettling news that Tyler's mother was determined to leave the house at any cost. The words struck Tyler like a bolt of lightning, coursing through his veins and instantly igniting a surge of emotions within him. His blood boiled, his muscles tensed, and a sense of foreboding settled upon him like a heavy shroud.Frustration gnawed at Tyler's core as he grappled with the gravity of the situation. He recognized the importance of keeping his mother within the confines of the house, safeguarding her from potential harm or undesirable consequences. With an air of urgency, he implored Fiorenzo, "Please, do whatever it takes to prevent her from leaving. It is absolutely crucial that she remains here, no matter the circumstances," his words laced with a mixture of determination and pleading.As Tyler delivered his instructions, a wave of exasperation wa
As Tyler approached Lady Guila on the balcony, ready to join her in her departure, she abruptly dropped the word "No" from her lips, causing his steps to falter. Her head shook gently, but her smile remained, conveying a mix of determination and affection. "Ciccio, I have to face this challenge alone. I need to have a conversation with your mom in solitude. Please understand and grant me this request," she implored, her hand finding its place on Tyler's shoulder, seeking reassurance and support.Caught off guard, Tyler attempted to voice his thoughts, but Lady Guila swiftly interjected, cutting off his words. "No. Please allow me to handle this. Trust me, I will do everything in my power to make things right," she assured him with a nod, her gestures emanating both confidence and compassion.In response, Tyler found himself rendered momentarily speechless, his eyes narrowing as a hint of tension crept into his gaze. Thoughts raced through his mind, his curiosity piqued, eager to be pa
Antonio's attempts to break free from Tyler's unyielding grip were futile, as Tyler held on firmly, refusing to let go. A grim expression settled on Tyler's face, a mixture of contempt and repulsion evident in his narrowed eyes and furrowed brows."You disgust me," Tyler spat out, his voice laced with disdain and anger, as he recoiled from the audacity of Antonio's actions. The intensity of their confrontation reached its peak as Antonio, seething with rage, retorted, spitting on Tyler's face with a venomous force. "Go fuck yourself, you son of a bitch!" Antonio's voice echoed through the room as he finally managed to wrest his hand away from Tyler's grasp, storming off in an act of defiance.Tyler remained motionless, his expression still contorted in a frown, the saliva lingering on his face. Retrieving his handkerchief, he swiftly wiped away the unwanted spittle, his eyes gleaming with a manic determination. A plan began to form in his mind, a carefully orchestrated revenge against