Paul’s plan

★★★★★

Paul’s grip tightened around the doctor’s collar as soon as he approached him who was sitting leisurely in the garden. Paul’s eyes blazing with barely contained fury. "What kind of bullshit medicines have you been giving her?" he growled.

The doctor’s composure wavered, a slight tremor in his hands as he tried to steady himself against Paul’s unrelenting wrath. "Why, sir? What’s happened?" the doctor stammered, his voice small and hesitant, overshadowed by the palpable anger radiating from Paul.

"Three f***ing weeks!" Paul spat out, his voice escalating into a roar that echoed through the hallway. "It’s been three goddamn weeks, and she’s still not where I expected her to be. How the hell is she still holding on to these fragments of herself? How is she still questioning, still searching for that missing piece?"

The doctor swallowed hard, the weight of Paul’s accusations pressing down on him like a physical force. He took a cautious breath before responding, his words measured,