Cohen has been transferred to the recovery room after a successful operation on him. I thought he will be in the intensive care unit, but Dra. Iran that he has no chronic illness and he is also not critical. He just needs to recover from the operation.According to the doctor, six or more months will be counted before he can finally recover. For her first two months, she will need to wear a shoulder immobilizer or sling. He also recommended that I register with Cohen for a physical therapy program next to the hospital so that he could recover quickly.I was devastated to realize he had to go through it at a young age. He is now asleep in bed and I am the only one with him here in his room. I sat next to him and rested on my thigh the Envelope containing a copy of my CT Scan earlier. I haven’t slept yet and I also have no news from the firm because I don’t want to leave and take my cellphone out of the car.I thought Cohen might wake up and suddenly go hungry, but there was no food her
"How's your son now?" Atty Ismael Moreno asked.We’re talking now on the phone while I’m packing Cohen’s clothes. He was confined to the hospital for a few days so his belongings had to be fixed so that I would not have to go back and forth."The operation was successful, he's recovering now, Attorney." my answer.I called him because I was planning to say I'm taking leave for a few days. I don't want to write a written excuse since I don't have time anymore. They found out what had happened and delivered support to us."That's good to hear, are you planning to take legal actions regarding this? This is a direct assault of attempted murder, Celine."My teeth chattered when I remembered that. I took a deep breath and let go of the dress I was holding. I know very fucking well what to do with those fucktards, but the witness wasn't that of help since the suspects weren't recognized. There's no cctv cameras around the area and the vehicle used doesn't have a plate number. There are also
After less than a week of my son being confined in that private hospital, he's now finally discharged.During those days Cole never left us. Until now that we are moving to the Royal Village where he allegedly has a house, he is with us.Loren never visited Cohen's room again. Dra. Iran attends and checks on my son — which is only right because he is Cohen's doctor. But I still get frustrated every time we meet and he won't even look at me.Honestly, it was far from what I expected his reaction would be when we met. I really thought he'd lash out on me or at least ask me why did I left him for Ella's lies. Why didn't I stayed when he was begging me to. Why didn't I listened to him when he was repeatedly saying sorry and why didn't I believe in him when he said we'll figure things out. Why .. did I not chose not to understand him?My lips trembled as I remembered how he was crying on my shoulders while hugging me from behind. Moments of us inside his room before I left him came replayi
"WHAT ?! Oh, my God! Why didn't you tell me ?!"Cohen was outside and waiting for me while I was here in the kitchen to make lunch for him. Today is the start of their session at the theraphy center and I will send him there before I go to work."I'm sorry, I just don't want you to worry—""Of course, I'll be worried! Does aunt know about this? Fuck, don't tell me you won't tell her either ?!"I winced at Yana's noise so I barely moved the cellphone away from my ear. I let go of the sandwich I was holding and laid it on the clean plate."He's fine now .. he's taking sessions in a physical—""I am asking if Auntie already knows!"I close my eyes and sigh. Damn, Marchessa. "Not yet..""Oh my gosh! Her grandson was shot! She should know! And then you left your apartment, maybe you should find another—""Yes, we already moved out.""And you didn't tell me! What else happened that you didn't tell me, huh ?!"I pulled up a chair and sat down because I was running out of energy to explain. T
"Speak."I looked down as I played with my fingers. Damn this is so childish. It was as if my parents were scolding me for doing something wrong. I'm really to blame for him."Celine, fucking speak—""What?" I asked. I was still looking down. "What do you want to know?""Everything.""I don't know where to start.""You don't know? Can you fucking hear yourself right now ?!"I gasped in shock. His angry voice echoed in every corner of his office. Scary, scary."W-what do you want to know? J-just ask and I'll answer ..."I close my eyes, it's bad because I'm really look like a child now. I really don't know where to start. That’s as much as I want to say. As much as I wanted to ask, but I remained silent. I didn’t become a lawyer just to fold a doctor ?!The door opened so I looked up there, Dra. Iran so my eyes widened. I don’t know what to do, he might wonder what I’m doing here."Loren ..""Later, Iran.""Uh, do you have something to talk about?""Yes, please leave us first. I'll jus
"Just put it there."Kyo nodded and carried some boxes of Cohen and I's belongings. He inserted it into the trunk of my SUV without speaking.Cohen was there inside and resting because he had just finished his session today at the therapy center. I still kept him going there because he needed it to be completely and immediately healed. Their nutritionist promised that such a mistake would not be repeated and we also arranged with therapists there.After Cohen's two days in a private hospital, his condition is improving so last week we went home again. Loren gave us a week before finally moving into her house here in the Royal Village as well. That's right Yana, she has a house here.He said he would renovate a room for Cohen and clean the whole house so we could only move there now.For the past week it has been every day if Loren has visited here. He was the one who almost drove Cohen to the Therapy Center because that was also where he was going. I would wake up early to prepare Coh
I was stunned when I entered Cohen's room. The walls are blue and the ceiling is white. The floor is made of fine and high quality wood so I’m not afraid of Cohen’s feet getting cold every time he walks especially in the morning.There is big aircon, and big windows, but no balcony. It also has its own bathroom and wait, walk in closet? Really? Cohen doesn't seem to need it— and fuck, a built in playroom inside his room ?! This is too much!I went back to her bed and adjusted the comforter because Loren and I were definitely coming, and I wasn't wrong. The door opened and Loren entered carrying her sleeping younger version.Cohen slept in his arms. Probably tired of playing. They bonded with their father all day because Loren did not go to the hospital today. It's just that Iran occasionally calls him for reasons I don't know.By the way, isn't she his girlfriend? Did he tell him that he has a child? Didn’t they fight? Seriously, is she that understanding?I leaned over the bed so he
"I-It's my father .." I whispered to myself, I looked up at Raegan who was just watching me seriously."It's papa," I told him.He just raised an eyebrow at me as if letting me to patch everything up. My hands trembled as I remembered what had happened before."This is the ... last case that papa handled."Raegan nodded as he folded his arms. "Late prosecutor Galvez was shot in the chest 20 years ago, right before the preliminary trial of the plunder case filed against congressman Lavarias. When the prosecutor in charge was replaced, the final trial did not take place because congressman Lavarias' name was cleared and also- the new prosecutor drops all charges against him. "My lips parted and my vision seemed to blur with the sudden formation of tears in my eyes. I didn’t expect I would know it all in one fell swoop. I am shocked by what I see, I am afraid of what I hear, and my anger overflows for no apparent reason."Tell me, attorney, has the killer of your father been caught?" He