"I am preparing food so my good doctor can give me proper advice," he responded. "Bon appétit." Shantelle further glowered at Evan, but her stomach grumbled again. He smiled. Her mouth twitched. Her stomach growled again. 'The hell!' Her stomach wasn't cooperating with her! She wound up eati
"Are you sure you are okay?" Shantelle asked as she lifted Evan's shirt from the back. There was a big red mark above his hip, suggesting blood had pooled in that area, forming a nasty bruise. Not only that, he had scratched his forehead, and he admitted to hurting his arm. "I'm fine. I protected
"That's me. Are you sure you can manage?" She asked. "Positive," Evan replied. Shantelle quickly ordered Evan's discharge with pain medications and anti-inflammatories. She instructed the nurses in the ER to have Evan ushered in a wheelchair before finally leaving the Emergency Room. *** "Sir
Three days had passed since the motorbike incident. The hospital administration strengthened its security around the facility and reported the same to the authorities. Unfortunately, the motorbike had used fake plates, and the police could not trace the vehicle's owner. Thus, the purpose of the at
Evan: [Good morning. Hope you had some rest. Mother says hi, and she misses you.] Shantelle read Evan's message. It included a picture of Clara and Erick having breakfast at the old Thompsons' mansion. It made her smile, thinking how many times she had spent at the same house. She typed her reply
*** "Daddy, I really miss you. When are you coming back?" Lucas said, his body turned sideways on his bed, refusing to give Shantelle her phone. Like every other night since Evan left, he and Lucas spoke until nine. That night, however, Shantelle was already feeling sleepy. She said to Evan, "Let
"Dad, please," Shantelle begged. "I'm not doing this for me. I swear. I don't plan to be involved with Evan in that way. This is all for Lucas." The day finally came for Shantelle to have that talk with her parents. After arriving from their long vacation, Lucas spilled the beans before Shantelle c
"I shared my snacks with Max now, Daddy, and you were right. It feels good to share!" Lucas said. "That's good, Lucas. Remember, it is -" "Better to give than to receive," Lucas finished for Evan, and they both smiled. "Atta boy," Evan remarked, making a mess of Lucas' hair. After the appetize