All Chapters of Bianca's reclaimed heart: Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

Raymond’s POV After several hours of waiting, and receiving the news my doctor friend gave me about our newborn, the chief surgeon finally came out. “Good evening, Mr Greg.” He greeted, his voice professional but calm as he pulled out the surgical mask he wore over his nose and mouth. “I’m so sorry about the loss of your child… your…” “Please, just tell me, don't patronize me. I can handle it.” I impatiently spoke, taking the doctor's words from his mouth. “Well, Mr Greg. Your wife isn't dead if that's what you mean but, she drifted into a coma after the operation. So now all we can do is wait while we try to provide her reasons for her to fight back and return to us.” I was shocked. Today I have to win the Guinness record for the worst day of my life. “Ca…can I at least see her?” I muttered, my voice dipped in grief. “Can I see my wife please?” “I don't think…” “Please, doctor.” I pleaded, wiping off the tears that slowly streamed down my eyes. “If you insist. But please, t

I paced back and forth in the small, drab room, my anger simmering just below the surface like a pot about to boil over. Almost an hour. That's how long I'd been waiting. No one had bothered to come and talk to me, no one had even offered me a glass of water. The fluorescent lights above flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls."Tsk! What a day," I grumbled, my voice low and menacing. To think that a person like me, with so much respect from the position my family occupied in the city, a pillar of the community, would be treated like some kind of common criminal. Today had really come in all shades of red.As I boiled over with anger, the door creaked open, and I spun around, my eyes blazing with fury. "About time," I snapped, my voice rising like a thunderclap. "I've been kept waiting for almost an hour. What kind of incompetence is this?"The chief investigator, a tall, imposing man with a calm expression, walked into the room. He looked new, I hadn't seen him around before. H

The morning sun scotched my face as it ruthlessly found its way into my bedroom. I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in the scorching sunlight streaming through the windows bit by bit. My head was pounding, a dull ache that seemed to reverberate through my entire body. I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to lie back down."Good morning, sir," a voice said, breaking through the fog in my mind.I turned my head, squinting at James, who was standing beside my bed, a look of concern etched on his face."Yea… Good morning,” I managed to reply, my voice husk and grumpy. “How long have you been here?” “Few seconds ago,” he replied. “I thought it wise to check up on you since you didn't come down at your usual time in the morning sir.” “Huh…what time is it?" I croaked, my voice still rough from sleep."It's nine, sir," James replied, his voice soft and gentle.I rubbed my temples, trying to massage away the headache. Last night's events came flooding