But still, they refused to explain, insisting it was confidential and in the patient’s best interest. He would remain under close watch.Though Byron was furious, there was absolutely nothing he could do to change the situation.The next morning, Ivan stood at the gate of the Smiths’ residence. It was Saturday, and while he expected the family to be home, most of them were already driving out.“Good day, ma’am,” he greeted politely as an older lady drove past.She squinted at him. “And who are you?” Madam Emily asked coldly.Sara and Beatrice, seated in the backseat, also turned to look.“My name is Ivan Monk,” he replied with a respectful bow. “I work with Mr. Wi… uh… Mr. Dexter. He asked me to deliver an important message to his wife. If you don’t mind, I’d be grateful if I could speak to her.” His tone carried nothing but deference toward the old woman and the ladies in the car.Grandma Emily scoffed. “Beatrice, that useless son-in-law of yours now sends his fellow beggars to our h

After reading the text, Ivan bit his lower lip but before he could say a word, Mrs. Ashanti had already stepped out of the elevator.She kept her head straight as she approached the ward, her eyes darting around until she found the particular number. The same one the lady at the counter told her was Dexter's room number.At that same time, Byron was shaking hands with Nicholas, Dexter's long time friend. “I had no idea my nephew had a friend who cares so much about him.” “Oh, it's nothing, sir. Uh.. I heard about it and I couldn't sit and watch him die.” Nicholas spoke nervously. He was in the three midst of the richest family in and out of Chicago and his long time friend happens to be a member of this family! He was completely blown away. He isn't just rich, he's equally as powerful as his last name. Nicholas was truly shocked to his bones. He had only come to donate his blood, little did he know that he was going to be shaking hands with the Wilsons of all people.“You can't jus

Kim, Roy and Ivan turned to each other with a smirk as if satisfied by the words from the fearless bodyguards.Ivan's lips curved into the faintest ghost of a smile, not out of arrogance, but because he knew something they didn’t. The young master, the man they all claimed to want to “protect,” had already made it clear: no one touches his wife, no one corners her, no one gets close unless she allows it.An elder, who had been eyeing her with something far darker than curiosity clenched his jaw. “This isn’t over,” he muttered.Ashanti finally spoke, her voice smooth. “Have a nice evening.”And without waiting for an invitation, she moved toward the door. The guards parted just enough to let her through, their eyes still locked on the family like wolves daring anyone to make a wrong move.The door closed behind her, sealing her in with the one man in the world who actually wanted her there. And this act didn't just leave the rest of the family stewing in their own frustration, the soun

“Didnt he just call you his nephew? Do you treat people this awfully? He has been nothing but kind to you..” Out of everyone outside the ward when she arrived, he was the nicest. He was even kind enough to give her the address to this place.“How did you know he has been nothing but good to me? You don't know who he is..” He brushes his thumb at the back of her hand, “Can I ask you something?”She sighed, “Sure. I also have loads of questions too.” “You do?” Dexter sat up as though wondering what her question might be since he woke up to her in his ward and his family standing outside.“Yes. First, what happened to you? How did you end up here? We've been married for a month, you never mentioned you had aunts, and even cousins… now your uncle comes to see how you're doing… and you're pushing him and his genuine care away…”“Hold on…you.. you.. you met my family? All...all of them?” Dexter's voice was slow, but his eyes were wide open with a mixture of shock and uncertainty.Ashanti n

“You can have it. Please, forgive him.” Alex placed her phone back to her purse with a warm smile. “It's alright. We will get going.” They hugged Ashanti one after the other before exiting the door.“You shouldn't have… plus, you can't go out with them.” Dexter held her hand softly.“Why can't I? They are my in-laws, what are you so scared about? Like they said, you can always come along.” She said.. though she was sure her family would never dare accompany her..They never liked or acknowledged Dexter as family, talked more of his foster relatives. They wouldn't even listen to her.“I said no.. you can't. You just met, you don't even know who they are.”“I have had it enough with you. It's almost as if I don't know you anymore. You now talk harshly to people, you're so rude, you treat your very own family like dirt when all they have done was to be nice and caring towards you.” Ashanti dropped the bowl of soup with a disappointed look. She doesn't get it.. why was he rude to his en