"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
Charlie tried calling the boy who had promised to help them delete the video to know the progress, but her number was unavailable. "Damn, you shouldn't have told him to go ahead!" Charlie shouted at Leo. "He knew we knew about the video, so he can decide to post it!" The tension was palpable as they waited anxiously, unsure of what would happen next."I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," Leo said, regret etched on their face. "I couldn't watch Fiona going through so much; he was threatening her and I had to intervene, that's why I snatched the phone." The apology was sincere, and the concern for Fiona's well-being was evident in Leo's words.Charlie's voice was laced with urgency and concern as he spoke, "You can always hang the call, you know that son of a bitch is unpredictable. I don't know, but you shouldn't have exchanged words with him. He had better not post that video." He tried dialing Michael's number, his fingers moving swiftly over the phone's keypad.Leo's face co
Charlie's eyes widened in disbelief, his mind replaying the words he thought he heard. "Can you repeat what you said?" he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty, hoping he had misheard.Michael's response was laced with annoyance. "You heard quite clearly, so I'm not repeating myself," he said, his tone firm, almost accusatory.Charlie's face contorted in disbelief. "You must be crazy, right?" he exclaimed, his voice rising in incredulity, his head shaking from side to side as if trying to clear the confusion.Michael's scoff echoed through the line, his disapproval palpable. "You're not listening, Charlie. Wake up and pay attention. Or is it because that was difficult to believe" The line went silent, leaving Charlie to wonder if he had indeed misheard or if Michael was truly suggesting something unthinkable.Charlie's grip on his phone tightened, his knuckles white with rage. "I am going to kill you, I swear, if you are Michael, let me see you in person!" he growled, his voice low
Dr. Stephen's voice was filled with concern as he advised, "Fiona, I think you should listen to Charlie. Too much stress will only affect you more. You should stop thinking." He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to reassure her.Fiona nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. "Okay, doctor, I will try my best," she said, her voice cracking as she cleaned her eyes with a tissue.Charlie's face was etched with worry as he pleaded, "Please, doctor, can you take care of her? We will be back." He glanced at Fiona, his eyes filled with a deep concern for her well-being.Dr. Stephen nodded positively, his expression reassuring. "Of course, Charlie. I will make sure she receives the best care possible. Don't worry, we will take good care of her."As Charlie and Leo prepared to leave, Dr. Stephen added, "Remember, Fiona, try to relax and take it easy. We will monitor your condition closely and keep you updated on any progress."Fiona smiled weakly, feeling a sense of relief wash over