Greetings to my valued readers! I trust you're relishing the journey through this book as much as I am weaving its tale. Kindly share your sentiments in the comment section—let me know your thoughts on the story thus far and if there are any adjustments you suggest. In this chapter, Liam's grandmother swiftly departs from her prayer camp to California upon learning that Liam has brought a patient home for further treatment. Appreciate your support, and I eagerly await your company in the next chapter. Until then, farewell, or perhaps not!
There’s nothing like this that I have ever seen, Doctor Maxwell gazed in disbelief at Liam, who played the harmonica, and then turned his attention to Natalie lying still. He marveled at the medical mystery before him, touching his head in amazement, a small smile forming on his face. Liam spoke confidently, "If I continue with this, there will be a 70% chance of her waking up in the next two weeks." ….……………………………………………………………………………………… "Marko, what are you doing here?" Brindle questioned as she pulled him in upon seeing him entering her bedroom through the balcony. She quickly checked the surroundings to ensure no one had witnessed his entrance, closing and locking the balcony window. Hurrying to secure the main door, she confronted him again. "What are you doing here, Marko?" she asked, a mixture of frustration and stress evident in her expression. What if someone saw you, we have cameras and security all over this house…. "I miss you, my love," Marko replied, holding her head, s
Her face suddenly lit up, and she clapped her hands, causing Marko, who was still on the bed, to be startled. He looked at her with a questioning expression. "Woah," she exclaimed, standing up and raising her hands in the air. "We've won a lottery, babe," she declared. Marko struggled to get on his legs, visibly confused. "Which lottery are you talking about?" he asked. "Check, check, check!" she pointed excitedly at the TV. Marko examined the screen and remarked, "Yes, I'm checking, but I'm not seeing anything. Just rich people displaying their worth," he said, shaking his head in confusion. "Uh-huh," Brindle exclaimed with her eyes wide open. Overwhelmed with excitement, she jumped up. "The person you're seeing over there is my ex," she revealed. Marko, still perplexed, asked, "And what does that have to do with us?" "Everything, Marko. Our lives can literally change," she explained, a sense of anticipation in her voice. She pulled him onto the bed, quickly joining him and cle
"You can't do this to me, Brindle. You can't let them take me away. Please," he pleaded, kneeling in front of her and holding onto her legs, begging to be spared. "I want to be by your side," he added. She took herself away from his touch. "Don't make this any harder than it is," she urged. "Take him away," she instructed, turning away. Marko tried to fight them back, throwing a few blows. One of them retaliated, hitting his head so hard that he collapsed. "Hey, tswww," she pushed them away. "I only told you to take him away, not to fight with him." She bent down to him on the floor, kissed his lips, and said, "I'm sorry, Marko. This is the only way." She stood up immediately, leaving him sleeping on the floor. Take control she said and walked out……………. "Now that I have you out of my way, I can finally feel at peace since Natalie is not even a threat, poor thing," Brindle muttered to herself. "She couldn't stand the disgrace and decided to run away from reality. Anyway, you're in
Dressed in all violet, with jewelry adorning her, reflecting her worth and power, Brindle entered Mr. Wood's company with guards following her. The moment she entered, it was as if the wind itself stood still. Everyone's eyes were on her, and even the air seemed to direct itself towards her. Walking through the grand hall at the entrance towards the elevator, anyone who crossed her path bowed down to her. The consequences were clear; the last time someone tried to prove stubborn or disrespect her, three people lost their jobs. The air in the company seemed to carry an aura of authority and reverence in her presence. They began to exchange glances, their eyes speaking volumes without a single word uttered. Some gave her not-so-welcoming looks, creating an atmosphere of unspoken tension in the room…………. "Why is the door locked to Richard’s office?" she asked her personal assistants. "Because he is out of town," one of them replied. You think, I'm not aware or what, "Can I have the
"Natalie, how many kids do you want to have in the future?" Richard asked as they sat on the ground, a blanket laid out for their couples picnic. Fruits and drinks were perfectly placed on the blanket. "I want three," she said happily. "Oh, three," he said and shook his head. "But I want five… five little girls," he added childishly. Natalie looked at Richard, touched his cheeks, and said, "Anything you want, my love. If you want a hundred kids, I'm going to give it to you." She continued, "But the problem here is that I want to be a mom to boys." Richard looked at her. "But I also want my girls," he said. "Okay, okay, we will figure it out when we get there... maybe 3 girls, 2 boys or 3 boys, 2 girls," she said, laughing. "Then come here and let’s have them right here, right now," he said, shifting to sit closer to her and kissing her passionately. "Are you kidding me?" Natalie said, looking cheerfully at him. "What do you think you’re doing? We are in the open; we can’t have bab
"Let me go, please!" she cried out. "I promised to make amends with you when everything goes well," she said when Marko was pulling her along. "I am not pregnant for you," she said. But Marko turned a deaf ear to her and still pulled her along. Brindle withdrew her hands abruptly. "I am no longer pregnant," she declared, her voice filled with anguish, and dropped to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. Marko, perplexed, asked, "What are you saying?" Her hands on her head, she repeated, "I am not pregnant anymore," tears streaming down her face. "I am not pregnant anymore," she sobbed. "I don't believe you," he said skeptically, reaching out to take her hands, attempting to pull her up. Brindle revealed her flat stomach, exposing the fake pregnancy belly she had been wearing. It was a convincing deception, skillfully done. She bent down, crying. Marko, shocked, demanded answers. "What have you done with our baby, Brindle?" Marko shouted, losing his temper. He knelt beside her, demandin
Her eyes finally opened after several attempts. She lay still for a moment, trying to make sense of the room. Confusion marked her expression. Slowly, she raised herself, sitting on the bed before easing her body back down. She gently touched her head, a sign of a headache, and let out a sigh of pain. With bandages still wrapped around her head to address the severe injuries sustained in the accident She managed to free one of her legs from under the blanket and placed it on the floor. The second one followed suit. Sitting on the bed for a moment, she continued to piece together where she was and what had happened. Standing up, she tested her legs, but they began to shake from the prolonged sleep. She stumbled and fell to the floor, letting out a soft exclamation of pain. "Oh my, oh my, you’re alive, you’re alive!" Grandma Leta exclaimed as she entered the room for another round of prayers. She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw her on the floor. "My goodness, this is a miracle,
Gentle, you had a breakdown, the nurses have just left. How are you feeling now, my dear? Grandma asked, checking Natalie's forehead to see if her temperature had gone down. Natalie nodded. "Here, drink this water," Grandma said, handing her the glass. "Thank you," Natalie said. "Your relatives will be here soon, that's what the nurses said." Natalie looked at her with confusion when she heard that……….. Grandma Leta was about to leave her to rest for some time when Natalie grabbed her hands. "Thank you for everything," Natalie said with a face of appreciation. "Oh, you don’t have to," Grandma Leta smiled at her. "Now get some more rest," she said and walked out…………….. "I'm going to make something for you, I promise you, you will love it. That's one of my grandson's favorites," she smiled. She lay on the bed, staring at the rooftop, tears slowly streaming down her face to her neck.,………… ….…………………………………………………………………………………….. Canada……. We need to take our time with the wedding, Br