Charlie took a deep breath, her voice steady but laced with a hint of guilt. "I'm sorry, Electra. I couldn't reciprocate your love. I'm in love with someone else, and I'm expecting a baby."Electra's face contorted in shock and pain, tears welling up in her eyes. "Why are you telling me this now?" she asked, her voice cracking with emotion. "Why!" she repeated, the words cutting through her like a sharp hammer.Charlie's expression turned stern, trying not to sound harsh but his voice betrays a hint of softness. "I'm telling you this so you can accept the truth that's right in front of you. It's time to move on, Electra.” He paused and continued. "I know this is difficult for you to take in, but you have to accept the truth right in front of you. Look at me, Electra. I'm standing here in front of you, and I'm telling you that I don't deserve your love. I never loved you. My heart belongs to someone else, and I'm having a child with her. So don't let me hold you back from your journey
"Is that what you wanted?" Electra asked, her voice tinged with skepticism. Charlie nodded boldly, his eyes shining with determination. "Yes, I am going to be your therapist if you agree to convince your parents to be present at my wedding, including you." Electra scoffed, her expression incredulous. "As long as you're my therapist, they will be present at your wedding," she said, her voice laced with a hint of resignation. Charlie's face lit up with excitement as he nodded profusely, his hands clasped together in a triumphant gesture. "Really? You'll do it? You'll come to my wedding and bring your parents?" he asked, his enthusiasm barely contained. Electra rolled her eyes good-naturedly, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes, Charlie. I'll be there, and so will my parents. But don't think this means I'm going easy on you in our therapy sessions.” "You know I am always up for a challenge, let's go so you could convince your parents," Charlie said, his eyes gleaming with confide
Charlie drove to his company, his mind racing with thoughts of anger and retribution. After parking his car, he got out, his face set in a determined scowl. He stormed through the hallway, his long strides eating up the distance, his eyes fixed on the door to his office.As he approached, he could see Leo waiting for him, his expression grave. "Where's Fiona?" He asked, his voice firm and commanding.Leo pointed to his office, his hand trembling slightly. "She said she was going to wait for you in your office," Leo said, his voice barely above a whisper.Without saying any more words, Charlie pushed his office door open, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of his sister. And then, he saw her. Fiona was sitting in his chair, her face bruised and swollen, her eyes red from crying. Charlie's heart raced with anger and concern as he rushed to her side."Fiona, oh no Fiona," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "What did he do to you?" He gently lifted her face, examining her
"Yes, he's the one," Fiona said, her voice firm.Charlie scoffed. "What did he say?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.Fiona took a deep breath and read out the message from Michael. As she spoke, Charlie's face turned red with anger. "That son of a bitch! I wish I could kill him!" he exclaimed, his fists clenched, holding the steering wheel with the other hand. Fiona's eyes flashed with warning. "Charlie, calm down. This isn't helping."But Charlie was beyond reason. "He's got some nerve, I am going to kill him after getting rid of that video !"Fiona placed a hand on Charlie's arm, trying to calm him down. "."Fiona got out of the car, her eyes fixed on the hospital entrance. Charlie followed her, his jaw still clenched in anger, but his movements calm and deliberate.As they walked into the hospital, Fiona's pace quickened, her heart racing with anticipation. Charlie kept pace beside her, his eyes scanning the surroundings, his expression still tense.They reached the reception desk,
Charlie was shocked to see Fiona in such a state. "Fiona, you're going to be admitted to the hospital," Dr. Stephen said gently. "You shouldn't have let domestic violence get to this point without speaking out."Fiona let out a weak chuckle. "Please, Stephen, I don't want to talk about it. Just admit me, and please, if my parents come asking questions, don't tell them anything."Dr. Stephen's expression turned sympathetic. "Of course, Fiona. We'll take care of you. You're safe now."Charlie felt a surge of anger and sadness, realizing what Fiona must have gone through. He wished he could have been there to protect her. "Please take care of her, Dr. Stephen," Charlie said, his voice cracking with emotion as he gazed at his sister, Fiona, lying in the hospital bed. Her eyes were sunken, her skin pale, and her body battered and bruised. Charlie's eyes welled up with tears as he thought about how he had failed to protect her.Dr. Stephen smiled warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Why would you pick up her call?" Michael demanded, his voice firm and authoritative.Charlie scoffed, his expression unyielding. "Are you asking me that? Shouldn't I be asking you where you get the nerve to call her, after beating her up?" Charlie shot back, his tone accusatory and unafraid to confront the truth. He wasn't going to hide the fact that he knew about Michael's history of maltreating his sister. The tension between them was palpable, as Charlie's words hung in the air like a challenge.“Charlie, you should be respectful, I am your brother-in-law now. I am married to your elder sister, I think you should respect our privacy” He said, his tone holding a hint of warning, and sarcasm. Charlie's response was laced with disdain, his scoff and tone conveying his disgust and disbelief. “I think I should be afraid, I am very scared, brother-in-law, the newest in-law of the Thompsons.” He paused, “Is that what you want, Michael, sorry, because you're a big fool, thinking that wil
As Charlie walked out of the ward, he came across Leo, who had just arrived at the hospital to join him. Charlie's eyes met with the basket in Leo's hand, and he was left to ask, his curiosity piqued."What are you doing with a basket of fruits? Who are you going to give something to in a hospital?" he demanded, his tone laced with skepticism.Leo scoffed, a smirk playing on his lips, as he held up the basket, the colorful fruits spilling out. "Just a little something to brighten up someone's day," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief."And who is this person?" Charlie demanded, his voice firm and curious.Leo smiled, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "I brought this for Fiona. I've always wanted to give her fruit, and I think I should just buy it once and for all. So I bought apples," Leo replied, his tone gentle and sincere.Charlie scoffed, his expression incredulous. "Just so unbelievable, and you think she's going to finish everything?" he asked, his voice laced with doubt.Leo
Charlie walked away, and Leo walked towards the ward, his footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. Getting to the ward, he saw Fiona lying on the bed, her face pale and weak. "Hey Fiona," Leo said, his voice soft and concerned, and she smiled immediately when she saw him, her eyes lighting up with warmth."Leo, you came?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, and he scoffed, his expression a mix of relief and worry. "I was so worried about you that I wanted to check on you," Leo said, his words tumbling out in a rush, his eyes scanning her face and body, making sure she was okay."Thanks so much, you're too much," she said, trying to sound playful, but her tone was lost, her voice still weak and fragile."It's alright, just relax," Leo said, his voice calm and soothing, and he stretched out the basket of fruit, his hand offering her the basket of apples. "I bought you apples" he said, his eyes smiling, and she smiled back, her lips curling up slightly."Thanks so much, I wish