Novels by Evelyn King

The hospital room was filled with a heavy tension. Ryan had just said something strong, and the room felt tense. He was breathing quickly, showing how upset he was. He felt overwhelmed with surprise, confusion, and anger. Margaret, who was nearby, looked very shaken. She took a small step forward, wanting to comfort Ryan, but then stopped. Ryan's eyes locked onto hers, and his stare was strong. He was warning her to stay back. "Don't." His voice was low, but clear.The single word was a clear command, and Margaret seemed to understand it. She stopped and didn't know what to do, and the room felt more and more tense.“I don’t want more riddles. I need the truth, not cryptic answers.”Grand Miller exhaled deeply, his expression weary. Mr. Bell put his hand on Ryan's shoulder to calm him down, but Ryan quickly pushed it away. Ryan's frustration was getting stronger, and he was getting angrier.“Enough, Grandfather!” Ryan snapped. “I’m not a child. Whatever it is you’re all hiding—I can

The room was oppressively silent, the word "son" lingering in the air like a shadow refusing to leave. Ryan stared at Margaret, his chest rising and falling heavily, his heart racing in confusion and anger. asked Margaret again, "Who is your son?" His voice was loud and shaking. Margaret took a slow step forward. She opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't find the right words. Tears filled her eyes.Margaret finally spoke in a soft voice. "You are my son, Ryan," she said. Her voice was shaking with emotion. Ryan's face showed that he didn't believe her. He tried to sit up, even though his body was hurt.Ryan looked at Margaret with confusion and anger. "What are you talking about?" he asked. His voice cracked. “Grandfather, what is she saying? Who are these people?”Grand Miller stepped forward, placing a steady hand on Ryan’s shoulder to ease him back down. “Ryan, calm down. You need to rest,” he said firmly, though his voice carried the weight of guilt.“Rest?” Ryan shot back,

The hospital room remained quiet except for the soft hum of machines. Ryan asked a question, and everyone in the room got quiet. Ryan looked around the room at Emma, Grand Miller, and some people he didn't know who were standing near the door.His voice was very rough, but he wanted an answer. "Who are they?" he asked again, looking closely at Emma. He was very tired and still trying to recover his strength, but he wanted to know who the strangers were.Emma moved a little closer to Ryan, gently holding his arm for comfort while she spoke softly. "Ryan, they're here to help you; they… they’re family.”“Family?” Ryan’s brow furrowed, his confusion deepening. He looked to Grand Miller, who stepped closer, his expression a mixture of guilt and caution.“Ryan, there’s a lot to explain,” Grand Miller said carefully. “But right now, you need to rest. You’ve been through so much.”Ryan wasn’t satisfied. “Rest? I’ve been asleep this whole time! Just tell me what’s going on.”Emma bit her lip,

The hospital room felt very tense. Emma was sitting in a chair, biting her nails. She was nervous.Grand Miller was walking back and forth near the window. His hands were behind his back. The doctors had informed them that the transfusion procedure had begun. Time seemed to drag as they waited for news.Every beep of the monitor and every creak of the hospital floor made Emma’s heart leap as she watched the pouch of blood flow reduce drastically. Emma looked at Ryan. Ryan was not moving or making any noise. But he was breathing. His chest was going up and down. It was like his body was fighting against time. Emma whispered softly to herself, "I just want him to wake up.”Grand Miller paused his pacing and turned to her, his expression softening. “He will,” he said, though his voice wavered with uncertainty. “Ryan is a fighter.”Emma nodded, holding onto the doctor's words tightly. The door opened. The doctor came into the room. He was putting on his gloves as he walked in, after which

Morning came with the pale glow of dawn filtering through the hospital blinds. The soft hum of the medical equipment filled the room as Emma stirred in her chair. She blinked groggily, finding Ryan still unconscious, his chest rising and falling steadily.Grand Miller sat nearby, a shadow of his usual composed self. His face looked tired and worried, his skin looked tight, making him look very serious. He sat anxiously, worried about what might happen next. Recent sleepless nights had taken a toll on him, weighed down by concerns about Ryan's situation and the looming uncertainty of the next day. His mind kept racing, making him feel anxious. Just then, there was a gentle knock at the door. Outside were a man and a woman. They looked unsure but also determined.The man was quite tall and had hair that was turning gray. His face was calm, but also very serious and somber. The man looked like he was thinking very hard about something. The woman with him was shorter. She had a nice face,

Mr. Miller answered the phone quickly, his voice trembling with anticipation. Ms. Cleary, a familiar voice, was on the other end. She announced that she had found the contact information for Ryan's biological parents.Grand Miller’s heart skipped a beat. “You did? That’s… thank you, Ms. Cleary. Thank you.”“I’m sending the details to your phone now,” Ms. Cleary said. “But I need to caution you—they may not be eager to respond. You’ll need to approach this delicately.”Grand Miller said "I understand" in a voice that showed he was both relieved and worried. After that, a message suddenly appeared on his screen. It was the phone number of Ryan's biological parents, Mr. Bell, which made Grand Miller think about his painful past that he had tried to forget.As Grand Miller typed the phone number into his phone, his hands trembled badly. He breathed deeply to calm himself and then made the call.The phone started ringing. With every ring, his heart beat faster. He felt his anxiety growing.