All Chapters of From Mr. Nobody to Mr. Perfect!: Chapter 101
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Chapter 101
Leon did not slow as he moved down the corridor, but his breathing became deliberately controlled, counted, and precise. He refused to allow panic to dictate his steps, even though his pulse hammered violently against his ribs. The hospital lights blurred slightly at the edges of his vision, and he grounded himself by focusing on the steady sound of his shoes against the polished floor.A nurse rushed past him, calling out instructions, and the urgency in her voice sharpened his awareness. Leon turned sharply toward the ICU wing, where movement had intensified and security personnel had gathered in tense clusters. He knew before anyone spoke that something had gone wrong.Dr. Mehra met him halfway, her face pale but determined. “The surgery has started,” she said clearly. “Your cousin is unstable, but the team is doing everything possible.”Leon nodded once, absorbing the words without letting them fracture him. “You will keep me informed,” he said calmly. “Every development matters.”
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Leon moved through the hospital like a man cutting through water, leaving disturbance in his wake without ever raising his voice. His phone remained in his hand, messages stacking rapidly, confirmations arriving from every direction. Cameras had been locked. Entry logs had been frozen. Names were already being pulled, sorted, flagged.The night staff sensed the shift instantly. Nurses straightened. Orderlies paused. Even the security guards at the elevators stood more alert as Leon approached.He stepped into the private lift reserved for the executive floor and spoke once. “Top floor.”The doors closed, sealing him inside with the low hum of ascent. Leon rested his head briefly against the mirrored wall, his jaw clenched hard enough to ache. His reflection stared back at him, composed and cold, but the tremor in his hands betrayed the strain he refused to acknowledge.He forced his fingers to still.Panic would not help Mia. Panic would not save his cousin. Panic had already destroy
Chapter 103
Leon left the ward only after the nurse assured him, twice, that Mia was resting and that nothing would be done without his consent or hers. He did not trust assurances, but he understood timing. There were things he needed to do personally, and doing them himself kept his hands steady.He walked out of the hospital into the glare of evening lights, the city still humming as if nothing had fractured inside its walls. His phone vibrated with updates, but he ignored them for the moment and headed toward the nearest high-end pharmacy and medical supply boutique across the street. It was the kind of place families came to buy carefully curated concern: supplements, prenatal kits, recovery aids, things that looked gentle and expensive enough to feel like protection.Leon pushed the glass door open.The bell chimed softly.The place was warm, bright, and curated to the point of sterility. A woman behind the counter glanced up, then looked down again with practiced indifference. Two customer
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Leon arrived at Mia’s room while Clara was still speaking. Her voice carried down the corridor, sharp and indignant, the sound of someone accustomed to rooms bending around her will. A junior nurse hovered near the door, hands clasped too tightly. Inside, the senior doctor stood stiffly near the foot of the bed, his jaw set, while two aunts murmured in agitation near the window. No one noticed Leon at first. He stood just inside the doorway, still, taking in the scene with the same precision he used when assessing a boardroom or a battlefield. The placement of bodies. The tone of voices. The imbalance of power. He understood the dynamic in seconds. Clara was in command. Mia was cornered. The doctors were braced, waiting for an order they did not want to follow. Leon stepped forward. “Mia.” He did not raise his voice. He did not sharpen it. He simply said her name. The effect was immediate. Clara’s sentence broke off mid-word. One aunt turned abruptly. The senior doctor straig
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The senior doctor cleared his throat softly and glanced toward the door. “Mrs. Quinn needs rest,” he said, choosing his words with care. “Hospital protocol allows us to limit visitors when a patient is under emotional distress.”Clara bristled immediately. “You cannot seriously be suggesting—”“I am stating,” the doctor interrupted, still polite but firmer now, “that only the husband may remain at this time. Other family members will be asked to step out temporarily.”“Temporarily,” one of the aunts repeated sharply. “You mean until you do something irreversible.”Leon did not respond. He kept his hand around Mia’s, steady and grounding, his thumb resting lightly against her knuckles.The nurse at the door stepped forward, already signaling security with a subtle tilt of her head. “Mrs. Quinn,” she said gently to Clara, “we will call you as soon as the doctors are ready to update you.”Clara’s eyes burned. She looked from the nurse to the doctor, then finally to Leon.“This is not ove
Chapter 106
Clara did not accept her removal as a final decision.The moment the nurse escorted her into the corridor, she lifted her phone with the certainty of someone who had never been denied access for long. Her movements were sharp, practiced, and fueled by the belief that authority, once invoked, always answered.She began making calls immediately. She contacted hospital trustees, family acquaintances tied to the board, and donors whose names were etched into the building itself. Each call carried the same controlled urgency. She spoke calmly, insisting that a misunderstanding had occurred and that her access to her daughter-in-law needed to be restored without delay.At first, the responses were cautious. Then they became distant. By the fourth call, she sensed resistance. By the fifth, she heard it clearly.One administrator informed her that all matters concerning the patient were now under direct hospital administration. When Clara demanded to know under whose authority this restrictio
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Clara stood at the far end of the corridor long after the door to Mia’s room had closed.She told herself she was waiting for permission to be restored. She told herself that hospitals always reversed decisions once the right person intervened. She told herself this was temporary, procedural, and fixable. But the truth pressed in anyway, quiet and relentless.No one was coming to reassure her.Nurses passed her without hesitation. Doctors did not slow their steps. The director did not look back. For the first time in decades, Clara felt invisible in a place where she had expected to command attention.She replayed the scene in her mind, searching for the moment where things had gone wrong. She had spoken as she always did. She had asserted herself as she always had. She had named Leon as the problem because that was the simplest explanation. It had always worked before.This time, it had not.What unsettled her most was not being escorted out of the room. It was the way it had happene
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The room settled after Clara’s removal in a way that felt unfamiliar, as though the walls themselves were adjusting to the absence of her voice. The tension did not vanish, but it changed shape. It no longer pressed outward in sharp bursts. It folded inward, heavy and expectant.Mia lay still against the pillows, her hands resting on the thin hospital blanket. Her pulse was loud in her ears. Every sound felt amplified—the soft hiss of the oxygen line, the distant wheels of a trolley in the corridor, the muted beep of a monitor somewhere beyond the door. She stared at the ceiling and prepared herself for another blow. Experience had taught her that calm often came just before something broke.Leon remained standing beside her bed. He did not sit, did not pace. His posture was steady, his presence deliberate. One hand rested lightly against the metal rail, not gripping it, just anchoring himself there. He did not look at the door. He looked at Mia, as if gauging whether she was still ho
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The senior doctor did not leave with the others. Instead, he pulled a chair closer to the foot of the bed and sat, folding his hands as though he were preparing for a conversation rather than delivering a verdict.“Now that the immediate confusion has been cleared,” he said, “we should discuss the treatment itself.”Mia straightened slightly against the pillows. Her relief had not faded, but it had settled into something cautious. She had learned quickly that answers often came paired with new questions.Leon remained standing, his attention fully on the doctor.“The condition you have,” the doctor continued, “requires specialized genetic-hormonal therapy. It is not something we can manage effectively with standard medication or short-term intervention.”Mia frowned. “What does that mean, exactly?”“It means,” the doctor said carefully, “that treatment involves long-term hormonal regulation combined with genetic modulation. The protocols are highly specific. They require facilities eq
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Clara learned the truth the way she learned most things now—indirectly, through fractured conversations and half-controlled channels that no longer bent immediately to her will.The pregnancy scandal collapsed quietly but completely.There was no dramatic retraction, no public apology, no moment where someone gathered the family and announced the error with the weight it deserved. Instead, the story simply… unraveled. Doctors stopped speaking in hushed urgency. Nurses moved without the nervous glances Clara had grown used to. The whispers shifted tone, from alarm to discomfort.The power she had wielded hours earlier no longer found purchase.Her authority weakened.Her resentment sharpened.The aunts gathered in a private lounge two floors below Mia’s room, their voices overlapping in agitation. Confusion came first, followed swiftly by anger. Not the clean anger of people wronged, but the defensive anger of people embarrassed.One aunt slammed her purse onto the table. “So the hospi