Estella and Alaric have been best friends since they were kids, and they've always been there for each other. But after a misunderstanding, Alaric started to hate Estella. So what happens when they meet up again after a few years? Will their differe...
I sat in my jet, on my way to New York to meet Dr. Vincent Romano. He's the only one who can help my grandmother. I love her dearly and want her back in good health. It's been 12 years since that incident, but the memories with my grandmother still linger. I miss her.
The pilot announced the jet's landing on the New York port. I left the jet, heading towards my waiting car.
The driver wished me good morning, and I just nodded, lost in my thoughts. The drive took me to Victoria Hospital, where Dr. Romano works.
I had read about him and knew he was the best. Not just a famous surgeon, but also the hospital owner, he was the youngest in his field with impressive achievements.
Upon arrival at the hospital, I met Claire, Dr. Romano's assistant.
She greeted me warmly and inquired about my journey. I replied with a nod, expressing that it had been good. Claire guided me towards the elevator, and as we entered, I noticed a few others in the lift.
A female doctor soon joined us, and the staff, including Claire, exchanged morning greetings. Something about her voice stirred emotions in my heart, prompting a desire to see her face. However, the crowded lift prevented me from catching a glimpse.
When the doors opened, she left in a different direction, leaving me curious.
I attempted to inquire about the mysterious doctor, but before Claire could respond, she received a call. We headed to Dr. Romano's cabin, where Claire left me at the door, attending to her call with haste.
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Inside, I found a man about my age, wearing glasses with blue eyes, black hair, and dressed formally.
He was engrossed in some files. Clearing my throat, I indicated my presence. Without looking up, he welcomed me, "Welcome, Mr. Easterwood. Please take a seat."
I sat down, and Dr. Romano briefly paused from his work, acknowledging that he had reviewed all the files related to my grandmother's treatment.
He shared the severity of her condition, explaining how a brain operation could help but came with risks, especially considering her age. With a success rate of 70%, he granted me 48 hours to decide whether to proceed with the operation.
Feeling numb, I, Alaric Easterwood, who was never afraid of anything, felt a wave of fear for my grandmother. I requested time to think, and he agreed. We exchanged pleasantries and said, "See you soon."
Leaving the hospital, I sat in my car, grappling with the decision that lay ahead. The fate of my grandmother rested in my hands, and I couldn't help but reflect on the love and memories I shared with her over the years.
The next 48 hours would be crucial, and my heart was heavy with the responsibility of choosing the best course of action for the woman who meant the world to me.
I drove through the city, the bustling streets of New York serving as a backdrop to my internal turmoil.
As I navigated through the city, I couldn't shake off the image of the mysterious female doctor from the lift. Who was she? Why did her presence leave such an impact on me?
It felt like an unsolved puzzle, a distraction from the looming decision about my grandmother's fate.
ESTELLA'S POV
I was busy working in my cabin when Nurse Maria entered, informing me that Dr. Vincent wanted to see me.
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Excusing myself from my work, I made my way to Dr. Vincent's cabin. Upon reaching, I greeted him, but he only nodded in response.
I couldn't help but wonder why he always had to be so arrogant. Sitting in front of him, he handed me a file and briefly explained the patient's condition – their age, and the existing health conditions. Dr. Vincent expressed that there was a 70% chance of success for the upcoming operation.
Tasked with reading the file and providing my opinions, Dr. Vincent set a time limit of 24 hours. I thanked him and left his cabin, returning to my own workspace.
Opening the report file, I read the patient's name – Mrs. Isabella Easterwood. The name triggered memories of Alaric's grandmother, and I found myself missing her. She had been my sole supporter during challenging times, even as others leveled allegations against me.
I had tried reaching out to her in the past to learn about her condition, but I halted those attempts, haunted by memories of a painful past.
Thoughts also crossed my mind about how Alaric, too, had never believed in me. Shaking off these reflections, I refocused on the report in front of me.
I delved into the report, identifying crucial points and diving into various books to gain more insights into the treatment. Dr. Vincent had made it clear that this surgery would be challenging for my career, and I was determined to give it my all.
Throughout the night, I dedicated myself to the case study, determined to provide the best possible care.
As the hours passed, I immersed myself in medical literature, seeking alternative approaches and potential solutions.
With the dawn approaching, I finalized my opinions and recommendations. The 24-hour deadline set by Dr. Vincent had been a race against time, but I felt a sense of accomplishment in my dedication to the case. Armed with my insights, I prepared to face Dr. Vincent once again and present my findings, hopeful that the course of action I suggested would contribute to the success of operation.
The challenges were significant, but the opportunity to make a positive impact spurred me on, drawing strength from the memories of those who had supported me in my own difficult moments.
