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Doctor Harriet’s face turned serious as she studied the screen. Her eyebrows creased as she moved the probe over Claire’s stomach. She sighed heavily, noticing the large growths that seemed to be closing in on the fetus in Claire’s womb. From her years of experience, she knew these types of growths in the womb would sooner or later cause a miscarriage. Her patient was already bleeding, which was a threatening abortion case. Instead of giving the couple false hope, she told them the truth, saying, “I suggest you terminate this pregnancy. You won’t be able to carry this baby to full term.” Claire gasped before looking at her husband. She shook her head and objected, “No. I was told if I stayed in bed and took care of myself, I would deliver this baby.” “The chances are slim. Even if you did manage to overcome the struggles that this pregnancy would come with, we will have to cut you open at six or seven months. The fibroids are growing too and soon, there won’t be enough room for you
Oliver narrowed his eyes at Jake as the nurse disinfected his wounds. He asked, “Is that going to be a problem for you? I had to get her here… you know she’s the best obstetrics and gynaecology doctor there is.”Jake sighed, sitting back in his seat. He nodded and said, “I understand… We need all the help we can get, man.”Silence fell over them and Jake appeared to be lost in deep thought. “Does her leaving still affect you? You would have to see her often since she will be working from the hospital and Claire will be in the hospital for some time,” Oliver remarked. Jake shrugged and answered, “How hard can it be? It’s been four years since we broke up. Come on, man. I’ve moved on.” He fell silent and recalled how Charlotte broke his heart four years ago. His heart twisted. Even though it wasn’t as painful as it was back then, the pain was still there. ‘Have I moved on?’ He asked himself. ~ FLASHBACK~Jake inhaled sharply, his handsome features showing that he was nervous. His he
“Mommy!” Thalia rushed into the ward after Katherine put her down. She gently wrapped an arm around Claire in an attempt to hug her before saying, “I missed you, Mommy. I wish I can hug you tight but Grandma said it might hurt my little baby brother or sister.” Claire’s eyes watered with tears when she saw her daughter. They had talked over a video call but it was different to see her in person. She reached over and carried Thalia, placing her on the bed next to her before holding her tight. “Mommy missed you too, Thalia… don’t worry, you’re not heavy for mommy and your little baby brother or sister wants a hug from big sis too,” Claire remarked. “Grandma told me you and Daddy need to stay in the hospital to take care of the baby,” Thalia said while looking up at Claire. “Yes, we do… however, Daddy will come and spend time with you just like before,” Claire promised. As much as they wanted to focus on keeping her pregnancy safe, they didn’t want Thalia to feel neglected and alone.
After Oliver had seen Claire and settled, he now started to look into the male nurse who had gone into his ward to kill him. Using all the resources he could, he was able to put a face to the man when a nurse he had assaulted to steal the uniform from identified him from the security cameras. The image was then run through the police database and it was discovered that the said man was called Armando Lopez who was a wanted criminal with many crimes on his list. “We’ve been looking for this man for so many years but it seemed he had powerful people backing him,” the officer remarked. "He always managed to escape or get bailed out every time."Oliver narrowed his eyes. He said, “I don’t care how powerful those backing him are, I’m more powerful than anyone in this city. I want him caught. He’s a threat to my family.” Claire's disappearance was a wake-up call. Oliver was determined to deal with anyone who showed intentions of harming him or his family. If you leave an enemy behind, th
When they got on the ferry, Armando felt like something was off. He scanned the place and saw a man in one corner who seemed like a tourist going to an island. Another man who was dressed in casual clothing with a cap on his head was seated in front and chatting with a friend. The rest seemed to be minding their own business, taking pictures of the blue waters or the sky or reading a book as the ferry moved across the sea. To normal people, there would be nothing strange about this scene. However, as a hardcore criminal who had been in the cartel for most of his life, Armando could sniff a cop from a distance. No one on this ferry was a civilian. They were cops in disguise who were there to arrest them. It seemed Diana had been followed after all and she was none the wiser.Armando gulped, glancing at Diana. His stomach twisted as worry for her crept into him. She loved a soft life… she wouldn’t survive in jail. How could he let her get captured only for her to go and live a life sh
Earlier in Oliver’s ward. Henry Ford asked to talk to Oliver about something important. Since he was recovering and now feeling better, Henry thought it was time to tell him about his biological father before Julian got impatient and introduced himself to Oliver without permission. Oliver was seated in his hospital bed with his back leaning against the headboard. He was in a VIP room and the beds in the VIP section were comfortable and luxurious just like the ones you would find in a home. When Henry was still silent after five minutes, Oliver sighed and asked, “Dad, you said you had something important to tell me?”“Uh… yes, son,” Henry replied, shifting in his seat. “I did say that, didn’t I? Well, I don’t know how important it is… I might be more important…”Oliver arched an eyebrow, already having an inkling about what his father wanted to talk to him about. He figured it wasn’t an easy topic for Henry so he waited patiently. However, ten more minutes passed and the man still s
An hour later… At the police station, in a small dimly lit room, a woman in her early fifties sat at a chair with her cuffed hands resting on the grey table in front of her. She was facing an empty chair that was reserved for the person who would be interrogating her. This woman was none other than Diana Crawford, Wesley Crawford's mother and Julian Crawford's wife. Her usual confident demeanour had been replaced by a resigned look on her face. She looked like she had been through hell and back with dishevelled hair, blood on her clothes and hands and her cheeks were stained with her tears. When she arrived, she looked around the room, wondering what awaited her in that room. Was she going to be tortured? The room only had one table and two chairs, its walls had a dull grey colour that was meant to prevent distractions during an interrogation. It was made this way to give off a sense of intimidation to the one being interrogated. Diana felt like she had been waiting for hours an
Oliver's heart sank at Diana's response but his face did nothing to betray his emotions. He maintained a poker face as he asked, "You're not her accomplice?"“Why would I be Jessica Hart’s accomplice? Her marriage to you would make you stronger than you already were. Why would I work with her?” Diana asked, a look of confusion marring her face. "If anything I wanted to get rid of her, but unlike Claire, she had a wealthy background, so, I couldn't mess with her. It worked in my favour when you rejected her advances."Oliver ran a hand through his hair, a habit he had picked up when he felt frustrated. He glanced at Diana and stated, “So this means Wesley was not her accomplice too, right?”“No, he was not. Of course, they knew each other since Adam used to have a business alliance with your father. But I didn’t like her since she wanted to be your bride,” Diana revealed, making more questions pop up in Oliver’s head. If the one sending threats about Claire wasn’t Jessica, Wesley or Di