The Edge of Fate

Michael’s pov

I walked out of the operating room, my body heavy with exhaustion. The surgery had been long and grueling, and my mind was racing with the possibilities of what could still go wrong. Jessica’s parents were waiting anxiously, their eyes fixed on me as I approached. Jessica’s father, a tall man with an imposing presence, exuded an aura of dominance and superiority. His sharp, penetrating eyes were a clear reflection of his powerful personality.

“Mr. Hampton, Mrs. Hampton,” I began, trying to keep my voice steady. “The surgery went well. We were able to remove the tumor, but given its location near the temporal lobe, there may be some sequelae, particularly affecting speech.”

Jessica’s father nodded, his expression inscrutable. “Thank you, Dr. Thompson,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “Your hard work is appreciated.”

I looked up to him, an arrogant character like me rarely found someone to admire, but Mr. Hampton was different. His presence demanded respect,