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The doctor returned to request blood tests from Nora and Alexander to determine compatibility for donating to Sebastian. Nora swiftly agreed to the blood test, rushing in to have her blood drawn. Upon returning to the waiting area, she found Alexander still seated, seemingly unmoved."Are you not going to get your blood tested?" Nora's gaze drilled into him, a mix of frustration and urgency in her voice.Alexander remained silent, his demeanour unyielding."As the one who fired the shot, I'd expect you to be more concerned about his life," Nora's words held an edge, speaking through clenched teeth, betraying her frustration.A heavy silence hung between them, the gravity of the situation amplifying the tension. Nora's plea for him to contribute to Sebastian's chance of survival lingered in the air, awaiting a response that seemed to teeter on the edge of uncertainty."Please, Alexander," she pleaded, her voice raw with emotion. "Just do it. For Sebastian."Alexander remained where he
In his eyes Spotlight
"The operation itself was successful but Sebastian developed some complications. Partly due to how long it took for him to be brought here. He has Pulmonary Contusion and Hemothorax", the doctor said.The doctor's words hung heavy in the air, a leaden weight pressing down on their collective breath. Relief had morphed into a chilling fear, a new understanding of the precarious hold Sebastian had on life. While the operation itself had been a success, the journey to recovery seemed fraught with unexpected hurdles."Pulmonary contusion and hemothorax," Vettel repeated the doctor's jargon, his voice laced with confusion and growing panic. "Can you… could you explain in simpler terms? What, exactly, is happening to my son?"The doctor, sensing their desperation, softened his tone. "Imagine the lungs as delicate, sensitive balloons," he began. "The trauma from the bullet, even though it missed vital organs, caused bruising and internal bleeding - the contusion - just like if you squeezed th
In his eyes Stage lights
The stage lights glinted off Greg's tailored brown blazer, throwing his well-fitted blue t-shirt into sharp relief. He looked almost…different. Gone were the plain shirts and boring sweaters he wore when he was Graycen's teacher. That version of Greg was replaced by a modern, laid-back sophistication. The way his blue trousers mirrored the t-shirt, the stylish leather shoes completing the ensemble – it was a studied effortlessness, exuding a quiet confidence Nora almost hadn't recognized.As Greg approached, greeting her with a hug, Nora felt a flicker of something within. Was it relief at his presence, a comfort amidst the swirling storm of Angelina's show? Or was it…something more? She couldn't help but steal another glance, she couldn't believe he had successfully fooled her for so long.She had been in a relationship with a billionaire and she had no idea, he had completely deceived her. Angelina's voice broke the spell, her practised warmth as artificial as the studio lights. "Th
In his eyes Caution
The air crackled with hesitant anticipation as Greg took the stage, his gaze searching the sea of faces before landing on Nora. With a deep breath, he began, "When I met Nora, falling in love wasn't even a whisper in the wind. In fact, the last year had been a brutal storm, one that nearly cost me my life."His voice, usually composed and confident, held a tremor that resonated with a raw vulnerability. The audience leaned forward, drawn into the gravity of his words. Memories flickered across his mind -Dripping sophistication and charm, Greg was fully dressed in a black tuxedo. He abhorred social gatherings because most of the time he would have to make small talk with people who didn't know him, people who had their hidden agenda. He enjoyed being backstage running his businesses and growing his empire but today was different. Miley made all the difference, Greg was having all the feelings including butterflies flying around in his tummy. Having spent a whole month in Paris with Mi
In his eyes Dollars
Greg watched as the audience became quiet, they were hanging onto his every word. Even Angelina was caught up in the story but it was Nora’s attention he wanted. He seemed like he was a good storyteller only this wasn’t a story but his life. He lived through the experiences. "Taking Miley to go see my parents was one of the happiest days of my life", Greg began again looking into the audience. "I felt so proud of myself, I had met a woman who was beautiful, graceful with a pure and compassionate heart. I would spend hours going through her website and social media pages, looking at all the charity work she was involved in. My five brothers and their wives had all agreed to come to the farm and meet Miley. I was the last in a family of seven. We had only a sister and although she couldn't make it, she had sent her warmest regards, in her words, ' She is so lucky to have you',", Greg said as he was once again drawn into the scene that day at the farm. Mr and Mrs White, Greg's parents
In his eyes Whistling
The air crackled with tension, thick as the smoke curling from the dying fire. Greg's skin prickled under the weight of his brothers' gazes, each one a laser beam of suspicion. He knew the question hanging in the air was a loaded one, a grenade waiting to detonate the fragile peace."Theodore," he began, his voice tight with barely suppressed anger, "this isn't the time or place for this."But his father, Herbert, cut him off, his voice booming like a cannon across the clearing. "Son," he said, his gaze unwavering, "you're a grown man, you're your own master. You don't have to answer to anyone…" He paused, taking a long swig from his beer bottle, the clinking echoing in the silence. "But we're family, Greg. And family thrives on accountability. So, tell us, what did you do with two hundred million dollars?""He bought a property for her", Theodore said.Theodore's pronouncement, like a stone tossed into a still pond, sent ripples of shock through everyone.Greg heard some people in t
In his eyes Shower
The whistle died a sudden death, replaced by a chilling silence that seemed to crackle like a dying campfire. Greg's blood froze in his veins. The door opened and out came Samuel. Of all the people, Greg thought would be in that shower, Samuel wasn't one of them. He stood rooted to the spot, a fly trapped in amber, as the bathroom door creaked open.He was dripping wet with a towel precariously draped around his waist. His hair clung to his forehead, his eyes, wide with surprise, flickered to Greg before settling on Miley.The air thrummed with unspoken accusations. Greg's mind reeled, his carefully constructed reality dissolving like cheap sandcastles under a tidal wave. It was Samuel, his best friend, the voice of caution, the one who'd questioned Evergreen, who was in his fiancé's apartment, in her bed.Before Greg could even articulate the torrent of questions roaring within him, his body, fueled by a primal cocktail of shock and betrayal, made the decision for him. He turned and
In his eyes Hope
The sterile smell of disinfectant washed over Nora as she pushed through the automatic doors of the hospital, Sebastian's mother's distraught voice still echoing in her ears. Each heartbeat thrummed a frantic rhythm against her ribs, an unwelcome counterpoint to the muffled beeps and chimes within.The hallway, once a sterile conduit to healing, now stretched before her like a tunnel of dread. Neon signs cast an eerie glow on pale walls, every passing nurse a spectral reminder of the fragility of life. Her feet, leaden with unspoken fears, led her to the room number etched into her memory. She charged to the ICU Sebastian had been admitted but his bed was occupied by someone else. Panic clawed at Nora's throat as she reached the designated ICU room. Its emptiness slammed into her with the force of a train. Where was Sebastian? Where was his bed, the sterile wires snaking around his still form, the rhythmic beep of the monitor offering a fragile heartbeat of hope? Nora broke into a s
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