33 The tension in the emergency room shattered as the doors swung open with a sharp snap, admitting John Lucre. Tall and imposing, with streaks of silver threading through his once-black hair, he carried the authority of a seasoned patriarch. His sharp, calculating gaze swept the room, instantly co
34 Darius, his anger barely contained, stepped forward, his voice tinged with contempt. "You stroll in here as if you own the place. It’s despicable!" John, with a dismissive flick of his hand and a sneer, retorted sharply. "Of course I do. I'm John Lucre. This is how power works, you 'nobody'. Yo
35 The room fell silent, the weight of Dr. Martin's words hanging heavily in the air. John's mouth opened, then closed, his usual confidence deflated by the firm rejection from someone he couldn't bully or influence. Dr. Martin turned to walk away, then paused, glancing back at John with a final n
36 Darius gave Mrs. Kinsey's hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. "I'll be back to check on you soon. Please rest and focus on recovering." He turned and walked briskly out of the room, his mind racing. Back in the orphanage, chaos unfolded in Mrs. Kinsey’s absence. Leslie, who had come to vi
37 Leslie's heart fluttered with worry as she processed Darius’s location. "You're at Sanchez's company now? Darius, please wait for me there. I'm coming over," she insisted, her voice a mix of determination and concern. "I can wait, Leslie. But what's this about?" Darius's voice held a note of cu
38 Darius, despite the insults, kept his composure. His fists clenched tightly at his sides as he felt the anger bubble up within him. He breathed in deeply, his chest rising and falling noticeably, trying to keep his response measured. "Ray, your concern for my affairs is, as always, misplaced and
39 Ray’s temper flared, but he caught the eye of Mrs. Simmons, who was watching him closely, her expression unyielding. He exhaled sharply, trying to temper his anger. He didn't want to make a scene in front of Mr. Sanchez's secretary, aware that it could hurt his family's interests. "Look, Mrs. S
40 Her eyes darted up to meet Mr. Sanchez’s, seeking confirmation that what she was seeing was real. “Yes, it’s what you think it is,” Mr. Sanchez said, his voice now infused with a warmth that hadn’t been there before. “Based on your commitment and the potential I see in your family's company, I