Sitting behind the desk, Blair looked emotionlessly at Kyle and Solomon talking in the teleconference. He did not even lift a brow. Once they had finished saying their piece, Blair asked, “Secret?” “Who else?” Solomon hissed. Since the leak of the company’s confidential files, they have been taking hit after hit. Now, it was time to get real with these people. “I’ve talked with Solomon. We’re heading back to the headquarters. You should return to Richworth soon. We need someone holding the fort here.” Blair cut Kyle off, saying indifferently, “I won’t be back in Richworth for a while. No need to fly to headquarters. I will deal with the situation.” Dumbfounded, Kyle asked with a blank face, “What’s the meaning of this, Blair?” “Don’t tell me you don’t plan to attack them even though Secret has picked on us?” Blair flicked the cigarette between his fingers without a word. Rory was only doing so to avenge Mable and Ralph. Blair gave them a free pass because he owed th
While talking, Tracey approached Blair. “It’s time to take your meds, Blair. You have not had your drips for the day.” Blair nodded and followed Tracey back to the bedroom where the doctor had been waiting. As he lay in bed, the doctor quickly set him up for the saline drips. After all the necessary examinations, the doctor and nurses left, leaving Blair alone with Tracey. Tracey sat by the bed. “Have a good rest, Blair. I’ll watch over you. I’ll return to my room once the bag of drips empties.” Blair stared at the hanging bags above his head in silence before saying, “Can you do me a favor tomorrow, Trace?” Tracey straightened her back. “What is it?” “Go to the Jefferson Residence and check on Mabes for me.” … Mable returned to the family residence and locked herself in her room after Ralph laid to rest. She was not in good shape. It was a good thing that Rory and Adam stuck by her side, sorting out the work-related stuff and other details before leaving Dorland.
“I just found out that you’re pregnant, Mabes. I’m about to become an aunt.” Tracey stared at Mable’s belly. It was hard to tell any changes in Mable as she wore a loose sweater. “Can I touch your stomach?” Tracey asked cautiously. Mable nodded and placed Tracey’s hand on her belly. “I’m almost three months pregnant,” Mable murmured. Tracey asked curiously, “When can you start feeling the baby move?” Mable replied, “Usually at four months.” She had one more month before she could feel the fetal movements. Tracey looked up at Mable, catching the affection of a mother in her eyes. She took Mable’s hand. “You’re going to keep the child, right?” Blair told Tracey last night that Mable did not want the child. However, Tracey could tell Mable cared a lot about the child. Mable met Tracey’s eyes and said warily, “It’s my child. Of course, I’m going to keep it.” She paused and stressed, “It’s my child and mine alone. It has nothing to do with anybody else.” Tracey sta
Blair looked at Tracey. “The baby…” Tracey said, “Don’t worry, Blair. I’ve asked Mabes. She said she would continue with the pregnancy.” The tension along Blair’s facial features finally eased. He knew Mable would not have the heart to go through with a termination. So long as she was willing to give birth to the child, Blair would gladly pay whatever the price. Back at the hotel, Blair began his daily infusion. He was still recovering and needed therapy every day. While on the drips, Blair took a quick break. Tracey stopped Amos from entering the room to report work to Blair. “Blair is resting. Everything can wait until he’s awake.” No matter was more important than his health. “Could you wake Master Blair, Ms. Fowler? I have something important to let him know. It’s urgent.” The solemn and stern look on Amos’ face meant the matter could not wait. Tracey frowned. “Is it work?” “All I can tell you is that it’s very important.” Amos was anxious to the poin
Rahman and Ralph were riding in the same vehicle when the accident happened. Having sustained severe injuries, Rahman had been rendered unconscious. Later, Blair contacted the Emir family to take him back. The moment Rahman woke up, he learned that Ralph had passed away. Despite his intention to rush to Ashdale, his injuries hindered him from even getting out of bed. Besides, his family took away his phone so he could focus on recovery instead of contacting Mable. Rahman went through a lot of trouble just to make the phone call to Mable. Mable turned solemn. “What did you say, Rahman?” “The car crash wasn’t an accident, Mabes.” Rahman paused before continuing, “After the car wreck, I remembered that both the car we were in and the truck that ran into us were leaking gas, but—“I saw the driver of the truck throw a flaming lighter from the cab, causing the explosion.” If it were a car accident, the truck driver would never have done such a thing. Mable gripped the phone
“Ugh. What bad luck.” Rory side-eyed Blair, his eyes cold. “Let’s just take my private jet, Mabes.” Rory’s private plane was also parked at the same airport. However, it would take a bit of time to apply for the use of the runway. Mable took her seat and said indifferently, “I can’t be bothered to go through the hassle. Let’s just take the flight.” It was just a two-hour flight journey to Richworth anyway. “Alright.” Rory sat down next to her and asked for a sleeping mask from the air stewardess. He then gave it to Mable. “Rest. I’ll wake you when we’re there.” Mable’s world turned dark when she put on the sleeping mask. Out of sight, out of mind. Blair stared at Mable with a complicated look. He summoned the air stewardess and pointed at Mable. “Get the lady a blanket.” Rory scoffed before taking off his jacket to put on Mable. He cradled Mable’s head, guiding her to lean on his shoulder. Blair scowled at Rory, his knuckles white. “How childish can you b
While Olivia was on a call with Blair, he called out Mable’s name. So, Olivia assumed he was with Mable. Hence, Olivia decided to bring Nicki along for the airport pick-up. As expected, Olivia knew she was right on the money the moment she saw Mable. Blair furrowed his brows as Olivia and Nickie approached. “Why are you here, Liv?” Nicki tugged on Blair’s sleeve and said, “I miss you.” Blair shuffled Nicki’s hide and smiled faintly. From the corner of her eye, Olivia glanced at Mable, who was not too far away. She sneered to herself before looking at Blair with concern. “How are your injuries, Blair? Are you healing up well?” “I’m fine.” … Mable found the happy family of three an eyesore. “When did Blair have a daughter?” Rory asked with a frown. Annoyed, Mable did not answer and got right into the car. Rory followed her into the car and commented with a pretentious smile, “You have horrible taste in men. I can’t believe you fell for him.” Mable glared at hi
Mable raised a brow. “Huh?” “I have a patient with a tricky case. I’m at a loss, to be honest, so I thought I could get your opinion on it.” “Send me their chart, and I’ll take a look.” “Alright. Thank you.” “Don’t mention it.” Not long after the call, Mable received the chart file from Ethan. Since she had nothing better to do, she clicked on the file and examined it. The patient was a foreign male in his fifties. He had a liver and kidney transplant five years ago. While the surgery was a success, he encountered difficulties during recovery, which caused the kidney to fail. He was in need of a second surgery. Mable read the chart and replied to Ethan with a voice note. “If the patient wants to go through with the second transplant, the issue would be the availability of a suitable kidney and the possibility of a multi-organ failure. From his chart, I can tell you that the likelihood of surgery complications is at least eighty percent. It’s a huge risk.” From a d