Alex lets his head fall back against the pillow and he laughs. It's different from the way he normally laughs. This laughter shows defeat. It's finally the end of the road for him, and he can't believe it too. “This is poetic, isn't it? Imagine what my father would think after it gets out there that I died by the hands of the son of someone he thought to be a weakling.” “Come on, Alex, isn't that too much praise you are heaping on me? I won't be the one to kill you, your cancer will.” Alex gently turns his head to the side, his eyes fixated on Leon's face. “You are one of the kindest doctors, but you chose to kill me?” “People like you aren't supposed to be alive. Look at all the harms you have caused the world. It wasn't a mistake that your family line was plagued with cancer in the first place. You were never meant to live for long.” “Look at you,” Alex taunts him. “I'm sure you've made yourself very proud. Imagine how much of a hero you are going to be for this.” Leon cros

After Leon has spoken to her and calmed her down, Helen decide to ask one of the servants to step out of the gate to check if Collins is still outside. He is. He has parked his car very close to the gates, and he is sleeping in the driver's seat. She puts on a robe and steps out into the cold, which immediately makes her to shiver. She wonders how he has been able to stay out here so long without freezing. She gently knocks on the glass to wake him up, and he immediately winds down the window. “You came back.” He says, his eyebrows slightly raised with surprise. She sighs. “Do you want to talk?” He nods, unlocking the door of the front, so that she can come in too. He turns on the heat, so that she could feel better. “I'm sorry that Alex died.” she says. “You shouldn't be sorry, you didn't kill him.” Collins says. “I'm still sorry he died, I know that both of you were very close. To be honest with you, I don't know what to do from here. Leaving Alex, I thought I would just

Mrs Rachel Lockhart almost faints when she hears this mysterious Doctor spread her dirty linens so casually in public. See, six months ago, Mrs Rachel Lockhart, traveled out of the country to get a tummy tuck, but it didn't go as planned. She is left with cuts that refuse to heal, and her husband is torn between finding a respectful doctor to treat her, and also keeping the shameful secret from their friends and acquaintances. It was so bad that Leon didn't want to do it because she looked like she was holding on to life by a thread, but the husband begged him to do his best. For the next three weeks, Leon stitched her up and cleaned her. Mrs Rachel was in so much pain that she couldn't even recognize the face of her doctor. As soon as she was getting better, her husband opted to take her back to the house, since a normal nurse would be able to handle the issue from then on. Her husband kept on speaking and speaking about the young miracle doctor that saved her, but she never m

Leon fears that this is a dream because this is going better than he hoped. His mother has left him in the sitting room and has taken MJ to the kitchen. She is making a special soup that is good for pregnant women. She is going to make it in bulk and take it upon herself to send it to MJ every week until she gives birth. “This soup is extra spicy, but it's good for the body of the babies. You are having three? Oh, that's going to be a lot of work!” Mrs Beverly shakes her head. “But don't worry, I am going to help you all the way!” MJ nods as she gently rubs her belly. Beverly is spooning some sliced watermelon into MJ’s mouth. She is very excited for this pregnancy, like MJ is her own daughter. “Give me your feet, let me rub for you. The babies must be putting a lot of pressure on your poor feet.” Beverly says. MJ's face turns red. “Oh, Mrs Beverly, you don't need to do that–” “Mum. Call me mum.” Beverly takes up her leg and gently starts to massage it. She has an eager look

None of them expected for Kator to be worse than they thought. As soon as they step out of the plane, even the air is different. Empty, desolate. The workers go around, dragging their feet on the ground and with their backs hunched, as if they are all suffering from the same malady. Two cars have been arranged for them, and the drivers are waiting by them, dressed in suits that have been ironed to a crisp. They bow to them as they step out of the plane, but Cameron can't help but ask. “Are both of you coincidentally sick?” He asks. “Why didn't the company send others and allow you people to rest?” One of the drivers laughs, but even his laughter is weak. “Oh, sir, we actually get that question a lot in Kator. We are not actually sick.” The man explains. “It's just the way the town is. And it has been this way for a very long time.” Since Cameron and the rest are Doctors, they know that there is nothing normal about the way the men look. “Have the department of health looked