GENERAL POVThe room was suffocating in its silence. Owen's expression shifted as his gaze remained locked on Isabella, who sat hunched, her fingers twisted together on her lap, barely holding back the tears pooling in her eyes.The longer he stared, the harder his face became—a rage in his eyes.His eyes moved to Claire, who stood several paces away, rigid and uneasy, her arms tightly folded as if to protect herself from something.Owen’s voice cut through the oppressive quiet like a blade. "Did you say let it die down?" His words were sharp, almost incredulous, as he spoke, his eyebrows drawing together in disbelief.Isabella flinched at the sound of his voice, her shoulders tensing. like a child being scolded."What do you mean, let it die down?" His voice escalated, each word sharper than the last, and the sudden rise in volume made Isabella shrink further into herself. She couldn’t face him, not like this.Owem, sensing the crack in the moment, now spoke a little bit gently, a
GENERAL POVOwen threw his legs forcefully as he marched through the hospital’s corridor, his face red with fury, his footsteps echoing.Claire's description repeated in his mind, and with each step, his anger intensified. The moment he got to the third floor, he stopped to look around the area; his fists tightened at his sides like a gladiator. Then he turned sharply to the right, barreling down the rear, too focused on his destination to notice much else... until, without notice, he suddenly collided with a large, robust figure in suit.The man staggered back, a middle-aged doctor with streaks of white in his dark hair. A sthethoscope around his neck.The man’s face twisted in a wince as he grabbed his shoulder where Owen had knocked into him. He looked at Owen expectantly, clearly waiting for an apology.But Owen's red eyes had no patience for such and looked past him, up to the office door where the man had just come out from.His eyes narrowed on the name tag on top of it, Dr
Isabella’s POVAs I stepped out of my car and walked toward the hospital complex, I instantly felt that familiar switch in the air again.It was that same switch I observed in the air just yesterday.And I only had to take just about three steps forward before my suspicions were confirmed.My heart stopped and my eyes widened in surprise as I saw yet another crowd gathered in front of the hospital entrance, just like the day before. But this time, they weren’t newsmen. These were protestors—angry-looking people, loud, and determined. I slowed my pace slightly, scanning their faces. Most of them were dressed in casual clothes, jeans, t-shirts, and hoodies, some even holding cups of coffee as if this was just another morning ritual.But their loud chanting voices were not casual.Another thing that wasn’t casual were the signs and placards; a bunch of them were waving from side to side.“No Nepotism at Our Hospital!”“Unfit to Lead!”“Harrington has to go!”“No more privileged leader
ISABELLA’S POVThe atmosphere in the boardroom grew tense the moment Robert stood up to make that statement.His cynical, rebellious voice was cutting through the air like a sharp blade.As soon as he suggested a vote to challenge my position as chairlady, I could feel that slight jump in my heart rate.I had not prepared for this, and seeing how Robert had taken advantage of the entire situation, I could not help but feel cornered.Refusing to yield to what he was asking for might end up proving him and the protesters outside the hospital right—that I was indeed a tyrant—and forcing myself on the board.But it could also lead to me losing my position as chairlady just like that and without any prior arrangement.Worse still, without the knowledge of my parents, who had appointed me in the first place.For a moment, the room fell into an unsettling silence, broken only by the faint shuffling of papers and a few muffled coughs.My gaze instinctively locked onto Robert, who stood at the
ISABELLA’S POVThe friction in the room jumped to greater heights from the moment my parents entered and from the moment those words escaped Robert’s mouth, betraying the fear in his voice.The question hung in the air, unanswered.And that made him shift even more uncomfortably on his seat, his eyes darting between myself and my parents.As they made their way in, their footsteps echoed, their unexpected appearance making every board member take on various masks of puzzled expressions.Nevertheless, they all rise in unison to receive them as a sign of respect.Robert was a little bit slower than the rest, but he finally stood, his fear and his bewilderment still etched on his face.Even James, who had been unnervingly calm since the meeting began, started to show the first signs of cracking.The impassive face he wore earlier started to twitch as he glanced at Robert, clearly unsettled by the turn of events. Meanwhile, Robert's focus remained fixed on my parents, his anxiety evident
GENERAL POVIsabella sat upright, her fingers intertwined.Now was the time to pull the veil off the elaborate performance of the past hour and reveal how every twist and turn had fallen into place. Robert had just been dragged away not too long ago; he was supposed to be gone now. She had played her part well—cool, calculated.But there was more to the smooth, well-played story, and the board deserved to know.Her eyes slid over to James once again. The theatrical or perhaps real anxiety into the had been etched in his face had begun to dissolve slowly.He stared at the at the door where Robert had been dragged through once more, then turned to her with a nod. There was something about that nod; this time it was an acknowledgment, a silent agreement between the both of them.Actually, James had been in on the whole act, too. That cold, distant expression from earlier was as much a performance as hers had been. Though she could not swear hundred percent yet.They had worked toge
GENERAL POVHis brows furrowed, and then he threw his cuffed hands up in a theatrical display of innocence.“And why would I do that? Isabella, won't you look for your rat in the right places for once? Must it always have to be anyone bearing your enemies’ surname?”The murmurs among the board grew louder, faces now turning in unison toward Isabella. Robert’s face tightened, but he pressed on, his voice lifting in an insincere plea. “How can you accuse me of all this when there’s someone else in this same hospital who had every reason to hurt you? Someone who treated you like trash, threatened vengeance, and now you wake up to point at me? Do you hate us Langstons that much?”The room fell silent, the weight of Robert’s words hanging like a fog.Even the officers stood still, watching with arms crossed.But Isabella barely flinched.“So who did it then... Dr. Langston?” She asked with a mocking shrug, her voice soft but cutting through the stillness like a blade.Robert chuckled, th
GENERAL POVThe afternoon sun started to dip down.Nathan and Owen arrived at Thompson’s hospital accompanied by about six police vans.Their father’s call had come to them not too long ago, informing them of everything going over there and the necessary action they were to take.And on their arrival, just like they had been told. There was indeed chaos waiting at its entrance.A sea of protesters swarmed outside, waving a wild array of colored placards, their chants rising and falling in a show of defiance and discontent. Their sister’s name is written boldly on a number of them.The air was thick with tension as police sirens wailed through the expansive vicinity, the convoy cutting through the crowd. The tires screeched as the vehicles came to a halt. The exhaust pipes are releasing smoke.Nathan and Owen leaped first, followed by tens of uniformed officers pouring from the vans, moving with swift precision."Clear them out." Nathan barked, his voice slicing through the noise. Hi