HIS CLUMSY NURSE

Book 4

MRS. DAVID

"So," I said, bringing out the bag from where I hid it. This was Clara's birthday gift.

"I'm still saying the same thing—this bag is outdated. Even my grandma had better bags," my husband said.

"Honey, Clara knows nothing about fashion. We just have to convince her. You know this is all I can afford right now," I replied.

"Try your luck," he said with a shrug. Then he shouted, "Clara, my child!"

"Clara!" I called out too.

Finally, she walked down with her best friend, Diana.

"What? Mum, is this my birthday present?" she shouted at me.

"Clara, have some respect. This is not just an ordinary bag," I said, and her curiosity piqued.

"Really?" she asked.

"This bag is our family's pride—our generation's bag," I said, touching my husband lightly on the arm for emphasis.

"That's right, my child," my husband added.

"Wow... Mum, tell me more!" Clara exclaimed with a bright smile.

I stood up and demonstrated a catwalk with the bag, and she looked absolutely amazed.

"Do you know that with this bag, your grandma won Miss World, and I won Miss Universe?" I said, striking a pose.

"Wow, really, Mum?" Clara said, her eyes wide with wonder.

"Yes, it's very expensive. Millions of dollars were invested in it. It can never go out of fashion," I said with a flourish.

"Oh my God," Clara said, her smile softening with emotion as she knelt down to receive the bag.

"I love you, my baby, and that is why I am giving you this bag. This bag will take you places," I said, handing it to her.

"Thank you, Mum. I love you," she said, hugging me tightly.

Oh, finally.

She stood up with a radiant smile.

"Now come, and I'll show you how to walk with this bag and make heads turn," I said.

She placed the bag on Diana's lap and joined me as we both strutted around the living room.

We posed, and that was when Clara noticed that Diana had dropped the bag on the floor.

"Hey!" Clara screamed, her voice reverberating through the room, and she rushed toward Diana.

Her dad and I held her tightly as she struggled to reach Diana.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Diana apologized, hastily picking up the bag.

"My generation bag doesn't touch the floor, Diana!" Clara yelled, her voice cracking with fury.

"Sorry, sorry!" we all apologized in unison.

She snatched the bag from Diana and carefully placed it on top of her father's neatly ironed work shirts. Then she smiled.

"Mum, let's continue catwalking," she said, hurrying back to me.

DANIELLA

"Anna, my dear sister, if only you weren't so stubborn, you wouldn't be in this condition right now," I said, brushing my fingers through her hair.

I looked around her hospital room.

"Indeed, Dad loves you more than me. He always has. He turned the third floor of this hospital into your paradise. He hired so many handmaids to dress you, style your hair, and adorn you with gold and diamonds. But you know what? You're still in a coma, so I'm winning," I said, laughing as I walked around her luxurious room.

"First, it was Dad. Then it was this hospital—A.G.H.C. I could endure it. But when you took Ryan, you brought out the beast in me, Anna. Why did you take Ryan from me?" I whispered , my voice trembling with rage as I wiped my tears.

"You deserve to die. Then everything you have will become mine—Ryan, this hospital, everything," I said coldly.

I walked back to her bed and covered her face with the bedsheet before striding out of the room.

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