December 12, 2022. Chapter 1-4.
"Daddy!" Outside the Scotts' home, Lucas ran to Evan, and his father carried him in his arms. "Sorry I'm late, Lucas. I got stuck with work, but I still made it," Evan said. He looked at his watch and confirmed he still had an hour before dinner time. He whispered to Lucas, "Where is your mommy?"
"What the -" Keith glowered. This time, Evan smirked at Keith. Shantelle's eyes rounded. Next, Miguel opened the box of chocolate truffles. He tasted one and then another. After which, he suggested, "But how would we know if the rest don't have poison?" Miguel ended up eating half of each tru
"Mister Morgan, this is Doctor Shant from the Warlington Hospital. She would be happy to share the facility's achievements when it comes to chest surgeries," Keith proudly introduced Shantelle to Warlington's mayor, Frank Morgan. Frank Morgan was a young mayor. He took the seat at thirty-five whil
The room she was invited to was at the end of a hallway. She had to walk about twenty meters to reach where Keith was standing. Shantelle had already taken several steps when she suddenly felt an arm around her waist, a hand covering her mouth with a cloth. "Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" She saw the lady speakin
Shantelle woke up, choking at the feel of the smoke entering her lungs. When she opened her eyes, she was shocked to see the vapor slip through the door. "Shanty! Shanty, where are you?" She heard Evan call. He was coughing and calling out her name, making her realize he was close. "Evan! Evan,
Shantelle sucked in a breath. Her lips trembled as she replied, "But - but this will leave a permanent scar. Not even surgery can completely cover this kind of scar." "What's important is that you are safe. I'm afraid it would have been too late if we had waited for the firemen." He shut his eyes a
"Sir Erwin, we would just like to know the condition of the last organ donor," Shantelle asked. With what happened to Shantelle, Warlington Hospital requested a meeting with the organ center. The organization's assistant administrator, Erwin, came to entertain their queries. "What's the use of a
"I'm happy to know my friend thinks I am appealing," Evan gladly remarked, making Shantelle squint. That wasn't her point at all. She pressed his wounds again, and Evan hissed. "Careful, friend. Careful there." "Which part of your skin did they use to cover your arm?" Shantelle inquired. That was