The lobby fell into chaos. It was fortunate that there weren’t many around. Otherwise, news of Ian’s collapse would’ve already spread.

Ian had an assistant who swiftly picked him up and drove him to a hospital.

The wait was unbearably long.

It was only after an hour had passed that the medical personnel wheeled Ian out.

They had him moved to a VIP ward. Ian had regained consciousness by then and was seated on the bed in silence. His lips seemed to have lost their color.

When he took notice of his assistant, Ian asked, “What time is it?”

The assistant flinched, took a look at his phone, and answered, “It’s 12:20 pm. What’s wrong, Mr. Sanders?”

“It’s getting late. The engagement party is going to happen in six hours. I have to go,” Ian said, got up, and headed out.

His assistant, however, stopped him. “The results of the examinations aren’t out yet, Mr. Sanders. You can’t leave yet. You’re…”

“Sarah is waiting for me.” Ian frowned, his expression obstinate.

His assistant knew about it, but he was more concerned for Ian’s health.

Just as the two argued, the door to the ward opened and a doctor walked in with a thick stack of reports. His expression was grim.

Ian used to be a doctor and knew his circumstances weren’t favorable when he picked up on the doctor’s expression.

His heart skipped a beat.

“How is he, Doctor?” The assistant got to his feet to ask.

The doctor looked at him.

Ian took notice and spoke to his assistant. “Leave us. I need to speak to the doctor in private.”

The assistant wanted to protest. “But, Mr. Sanders…”

“Leave,” Ian made it clear that it was not up for debate.

The assistant sighed and got up to leave.

Ian look at the doctor. He tried

the

to have snapped in

stack of reports in disbelief,

breathing was deafening in the large hospital ward. The only other thing that could be heard was Ian flipping through

His expression grew somber.

were right. He was suffering

he not understand the implications of having kidney failure after studying medicine for

reality in

Ian’s heart sank!

be officially engaged to

now making a fool of

you know better than me what it means to suffer from

in the medical field. It wasn’t out

that physicians cannot treat themselves. That was how things were. As a doctor, he believed Ian would be more accepting of

please leave. I need some time.” Ian looked

on the bed

just like that, ten minutes

up, Mr. Sanders? We can

head as if he were in a

The engagement

engagement party for Sarah and

children. Yet, God made a fool out of him now that he could

been a doctor for years. It wasn’t as though he had never thought about it before. He should

how could he

Sarah…

The assistant called out

finally responded but found his voice

“What?”

……

that evening. Preparations had been made. All that was left was to wait for

time and complained as she frowned impatiently. ” What time does he think it is? Where is that fiance of yours? What’s he up

up,”

seem calm. It’s like you’re not concerned at

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