HIS CLUMSY NURSE

EPISODE 6

   

                        
         RYAN'S POV ( hours later)

My surgeon quietly jotted down notes on his laptop. I watched him silently, my patience already wearing thin.

"So, I wanted to introduce you to a doctor—"

"I'm not interested," I cut in sharply.

"But you still get episodes," he said, his tone calm but probing.

"I don't—"

"Ryan," he interrupted, his voice firm, "I get reports every time you request your painkillers. You finish a whole bottle in a matter of weeks when it's supposed to last for months. Why are you abusing the drugs? What is going on?"

"I am not," I replied, my voice colder now.

He exhaled deeply, frustration etched on his face.

"You refuse to meet the doctor who can actually help you. You don't take your prescribed medications. You only turn to painkillers when you're desperate. Judging by how much you consume, it's clear you're in serious pain. Ryan, do you want to die?"

"I said no. I said I am not. I said I don't. And yet you keep repeating the same things," I shot back,  "Do you enjoy making assumptions?"

"Ryan—"

"The session is over," I said firmly. "Report back to your master that I attended, and it was successful. See you in three months."

I fixed him with a pointed glare, signaling with my eyes that it was time for him to leave.

He hesitated, looking at me with something that resembled pity, before finally walking out of my house.

                        MRS. TONIA

Why won't this man just die already? I thought bitterly. I'm just being careful. I don't want poison to be detected in his system. Otherwise, I'd have ended this ages ago.

This coffee is working far too slowly.

I walked into his room just as the doctor was leaving. Signaling to the maid, I instructed her to pour him a glass of coffee. She moved over and lifted the kettle.

"No, I'll pass today," Grande said firmly.

"But you know this coffee is full of healthy nutrients, my love," I replied sweetly, forcing a smile.

"I said I'll pass," he snapped, his tone sharp. He then began coughing violently.

Angrily, I turned and left his room.

Grande being alive is useless to me. He's far more valuable to me dead. I've already read his will—almost everything he owns is going to Anna and her mother. But if he dies now, with Anna in the hospital and her mother missing, everything will belong to me.

Recently, he's started rejecting his coffee. This man cannot ruin my plans.

As I walked downstairs, I was shocked to see Ella crying beside her door, seated on the floor. I rushed to her.

"Ella, my baby," I said, kneeling beside her as I wiped her tears.

She sobbed harder and hugged me tightly. "Mum..."

"What's wrong, my child?" I asked gently.

She cried even more. "Mum, Anna is dead. Anna is gone, right? So why won't Ryan come back? Why won't Ryan love me? It's been two years, Mum. Why is he still so distant?" she wailed into my arms.