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.

Don’t miss out gαℓησν?ls․cøm

“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…”

their eyes filled with

man, extending a tissue. “Are

tears continued to fall, too

can do to help, please let

lines of sorrow, his eyes reddened from crying. “My dad’s critically ill. They’re saying he doesn’t have much time left. But how? Just a few months ago,

he shared his struggles

surgical fees

his hands, and gazed at her with a flicker of hope. “Really? You have that kind of money? The surgery is incredibly expensive. I couldn’t even raise enough by selling

remembered

necklace was worth

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

possible to borrow enough from

offering him a business card with her

by an urgent call. His expression darkened, and

closer,

occurred

pulled out a long fruit knife from his bag, his face wild with desperation. “Ha, they’re

turned toward Joanna, frustration boiling over. “Why do people like you live in luxury while we struggle in poverty? I know your necklace and those clothes are worth more than my father’s

brandished the knife, Joanna

she stepped back and began

in the lobby escalated

knife—run!”

There’s a

while I suffer? The starving, the freezing—while you spend lavishly on jewelry. My father has passed away, and I’ve lost my will to live. I want to die. With me!

beside herself with grief,

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255