“If anything happens to my son, I would make sure everyone involved goes down with him.” Lydia glared at her husband. She blamed herself for her son getting hurt, she blamed herself for not being careful and assigning more guards to protect him. Where were they when he was leaving the conglomerate? Why would they leave him to go all alone? “Where are the guards I assigned to him?” She demanded from her husband. “I want an explanation or they can leave their lives behind.” She was no longer nice but looked like a malevolent woman who was out for blood.Alessandro glanced at Johnathan, silently pleading for help. Johnathan gently patted his Aunt’s hands. “Auntie, I’m sure Uncle would give us an explanation soon. You don’t have to worry about it.” He tried to reassure her.Alessandro received a message, his face turned pale as he checked the content. He threw glances at his wife, wondering whether or not to inform her.His small actions didn’t go unnoticed by her. “What happened? Has th
“Anything upward of five minutes could be considered extended.”“And my son’s heart stopped for five minutes and then seconds, isn’t that what you said?” The frown on her face was becoming more scary, a murderous aura was also coming from her.“Yes, Mr Fernandez brain was deprived of blood for that period of time, his heart was not pumping blood for that period of time.” The doctor quickly noticed the change in her, he silently prayed as he chose his next words carefully “You said varying degrees of damages,” Johnathan reminded him. “Varying in what way?”“The brain will tolerate a loss of circulation for only a short period of time. As a rule, if deprivation continues for more than five minutes, damage will usually result.” The doctor’s heart thumped loudly. ‘I don’t want to be here anymore’ He cried to himself. Inside the surgical room, they had all nominated the one who would informed Lydia of the news and unfortunately, he was chosen. He began to blame his luck.Five minutes and
Alessandro, Rhys father was still in the hospital waiting room, he had managed to subdue his wife who insisted on not leaving the hospital and had fallen asleep on a chair. Rhys still hadn’t come out of the anesthesia and he was beginning to get worried because the doctor had told informed them at least two to three hours. Before she slept, Lydia had already filled him in on what the doctor had told them, about all the bleeding the bullet had caused and all the ruptured arteries. Alessandro had called a doctor who had taken part in Rhys surgery.“It was most likely the two bullets that had hit him and went through. People have the misconception that a low caliber gun might not do much damage but that isn’t true. The bullet doesn’t just go through clean, it bounces around inside the body like a rubber ball off all furniture in a house before it goes out the window. The bullet goes caroming around the body doing all kinds of damage before it exits the body.” The doctor had said over the
Dr. Melendez, the doctor who had operated on Lowry was both tired and hungry and he wanted to go home and sleep for at least twelve hours but that won’t be happening anytime soon because Alessandro and Lydia had come to see him in his office. Lydia was the most aggressive, wanting to know when Rhys would wake up and what they were doing to help him wake up. While Alessandro was firing questions at him as if he was being cross examined in a witness stand. What is the prognosis doctor? What is the significance of his reflexes? Was it a sign that his condition was improving?The worst part was the repetitive questions, it was as if the man wasn’t previously saying anything at all and was muttering incoherent words. ‘Do they want me to be God’ Dr Melendez thought, ‘They want me to say if he’ll live or die, if he’ll recover completely or of he’ll remain as he is’ He was slowly about to lose his mind from all the questions that were being thrown at him. “Can we do something to help him?”
“Welcome back to life, I thought we were going to lose you.” Lydia didn’t know when tears began to flow down her cheeks once again“I’m alright.” Rhys shifted, sending an arrow of pain radiating though his shoulder. He started to move his hand to the pain blossoming on his shoulder but Lydia clamped her fingers on his. “Shit! It fucking hurts! Actors should lean how to explain how painful a bullet wound feels.”“You are going to be fine.”“I’m in the hospital.” The pain was so immense. “How bad was it?”“You were flat lining a lot, you were in semi comatose state,” Johnathan entered the room. “ Welcome back best friend, don’t every play such games with me anymore or I swear to God, I’ll kill you myself.”“That’s if I don’t end up dead before you do.” Rhys chuckled. “I could hear voices but I couldn’t see them. It felt as if I was stuck in a dark place and no matter out I struggled, I could not break free.”“Can we stop talking about it? Rhys, you caused me to worry so much and when yo
Why Rhys was still recovering in the hospital, the world outside the fall walls of the hospital room was in turmoil. A woman had come out to the public, she had claimed to be the wife of Rhys Fernandez, the heir of the Fernandez family. This news caught everyone by surprise, a lot of hearts were broken the moment the news went out.The woman was Malia Meyers and as proof to her words, she brought out the marriage certificate, created a sob story of how she had Rhys had been happily married but he never truly loved her and always cheated on her, resulting to him having a child with another woman. She also mentioned the fact that after he had regained his memories, he wanted to divorce her and marry this other woman. With her act, she drew a lot of compassion from people and a lot of netizens were clamoring that the Fernandez family gave an explanation.Of course, when Lydia and Alessandro found out about this, they ignored it, they neither denied it or gave anyone an explanation. They
“Married? What do you mean?” Rhys looked genuinely confused at the thought of this. “How can I be married?” This question was directed at Johnathan, his gaze was blaming him.“I did not do anything. It has been on the internet for more than a few days.” Johnathan hurried tried to give and explanation before Rhys started casting blames.“On the internet? What does it say and how come no one thought of informing me about this rumor?”“It completely slipped my mind and since your parents didn’t mention anything about it. I didn’t consider it important.”Rhys could only facepalm at this. “So who is this woman that claims to be my wife?” He asked Elena this time. The surprise that Rhys had shown when he heard about his marriage wasn’t missed by Elena. She could tell that he was telling the truth and for some strange reason, she felt relieved when he denied it. She doesn’t give this much thought since Rhys asked her another question. “It’s a woman named Malia Meyers. She also has a ma
In short, Rhys escaped from his hotel room with the help of Jonathan, as he sauntered past the reception area, no one stopped him as he wore dark sunglasses as disguise. With his current appearance, no one could easily tell that he was the same VIP patient who was rushed in half dead.As Rhys stepped out of the hospital, he looked like a completely different person, like in the banquet, when Elena laid eyes on him, she was completely blown away by his appearance. He no longer looked sickly but like an energetic young boss. The suit was perfect on him like it was made exclusively for him. He had a sliver wristwatch on his wrist and a silver ring to match. His shoes were black and sleek and Rhys didn’t forget to leave a few buttons open, revealing a teasing hint of his chest.He got into Johnathan’s car, sitting besides Elena who was still stunned, her eyes sparkling. While Jonathan got in the co driver’s seat. “Come on, we have a party to crash!” He suddenly announced. At some point