Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 114

Chapter 114:

After Joanna got back home, she didn’t even take a moment to sit down. Instead, she made her way directly to Silver Boulder Private Hospital.

By then, it seemed that Norah was still buried in her work. It had been quite a while, more than a couple of weeks, since Joanna had last laid eyes on her. The absence had left Joanna feeling quite lonesome.

She found herself puzzled over how Norah had navigated the challenges since she tied the knot with…

Joanna arrived at the hospital just as the day was nearing its close, only to discover that Norah was still caught up in surgery.

“Dr. Wilson is still in the operating room, I’m sorry to say,” a nurse informed Joanna.

With a nod, Joanna settled herself on a bench in the hospital’s lobby, bracing for the wait ahead.

“Doctor, I implore you to save my father! I will sort out the finances—just proceed with the operation! You cannot simply stand by and watch him die. That would be too cruel!”

The corridor was soon filled with the sound of a heated exchange, drawing the attention of many.

“The issue isn’t that we refuse to perform the operation. It’s that, even with surgery, your father’s chances are slim. Our facility is not equipped to handle such a complex procedure,” a doctor explained, devoid of empathy, to a man overcome with despair.

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“Go back and cherish the remaining moments with your father,” the doctor added.

“That’s all you can do?” the doctor added, his voice heavy with a false sense of compassion.

The man, in a state of utter desperation, clung to the doctor’s legs, sobbing, “Doctor, please, my dad can still be saved. I beg of you, don’t give up.”

The doctor, unmoved, freed himself from the man’s grip. “I’m sorry, but I have other responsibilities…”

whispers, their eyes filled with pity as they watched the

extending a tissue. “Are

to fall, too engulfed in

to help, please let me know,” Joanna

from crying. “My dad’s critically ill. They’re saying he doesn’t have much time left. But how? Just a few months

soaked his delivery uniform as he shared his struggles to

surgical fees you’re worried about? I

his tears, dropped his hands, and gazed at her with a flicker of hope. “Really? You have that kind of money? The surgery is incredibly

remembered seeing a similar one before, dropped by a woman in

was worth

couldn’t help but observe Joanna’s attire, recognizing the luxury brands adorning her. It dawned on him that her outfit alone was worth

it really be possible to borrow enough from her to save his

Joanna said, offering him a business card with her details. “Call me whenever you

but was soon distracted by an urgent call. His expression darkened, and after a few moments, he ended the

closer, concerned.

had occurred involving

knife from his bag, his face wild with desperation. “Ha, they’re

luxury while we struggle in poverty? I know your necklace and those clothes are worth more than my father’s

brandished the knife, Joanna

prior training, she stepped back and began calling for

in the lobby escalated

knife—run!”

There’s a

of ease while I suffer? The starving, the freezing—while you spend lavishly on jewelry. My father has passed away,

herself with grief, barely able

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