CHAPTER 6
Author: Eziaku
last update2026-06-26 18:00:13

Kevin struck Gov. Aldric lightly behind the right side of the heart and then the left side, repeating the action twice before beginning a slow, careful massage.

Everyone in the room watched in confusion, especially the senior doctors, murmuring among themselves.

“What is this fool doing here? Someone get him out, he’s only making things worse!” one of the senior doctors shouted when Kevin stayed without any insignificant improvement, stepping forward to push Kevin away from the bedside.

But Camilla quickly slid in front of him, blocking his path. She stood her ground and gave him a piercing, warning stare.

“If you come any closer to him again, I will deal with you!” she threatened.

He immediately became frightened and stepped back. If someone as calm and kind as Camilla everyone admired could say something like that, then the situation was clearly serious.

“Why are you always determined to create chaos here?” she fired back at him. “Do you know this man saved me too three months ago? He performed the same CPR on me and my brother when our car crashed inside the lagoon.”

“You all can remember that?” She barked.

The doctor quickly averted his eyes, avoiding her intense stare. Everyone’s attention shifted back to Kevin and Gov. Aldric. When they checked the monitors, they noticed Aldric’s heartbeat and pulse were gradually returning to normal.

In the next moment, Gov. Aldric was sitting upright on the bed, calm and visibly reflective.

“What is going on? What happened to me?” he asked in confusion.

Seeing that his intervention had worked, Kevin felt a wave of relief and satisfaction. In that moment, he even forgot about the earlier boast made by the doctor who had mocked him.

Gov. Aldric was given some time to rest at the request of his daughter, Camilla, his firstborn.

The senior doctors quickly left the room, their faces filled with obvious frustration and anger. They pretended to be on a phone call, acting irritated by what they were hearing. For all of them to act similar, it was suspicious.

In reality, they harbored deep resentment towards Kevin now for being able to save the governor when they couldn't. Their CPR never worked. They believed the governor would never hold them in high esteem again.

When Gov. Aldric finally regained enough strength to stand, he walked over to Kevin. Overwhelmed, Kevin immediately dropped to his knees before him, unable to meet Gov. Aldric’s gaze.

“Please, stand up. Get on your feet. Who exactly are you, young man?” Gov. Aldric asked.

“I will speak on his behalf,” Camilla said quickly, her voice filled with excitement and relief.

“He is the man who saved me three months ago. You must have forgotten, before you drowned at the pool, I told you I'd found him and brought him home.”

“Ohhh!” Gov. Aldric bashed his forehead trying to remember. Slowly the memories started swimming in, a slight smile spread across his face, widening into a real smile.

“Is he the one?” Gov. Aldric asked excitedly.

“Yes,” Camilla nodded. “And he also saved you. I'd be so sad to lose you.” She wept, hugging her dad so tight.

Gov. Aldric gestured to him to come and hug him. Kevin suppressed his grin, he found it hard to control his feelings but still had to because of the status of the man he was standing before.

“What's your name?” Gov. Aldric asked.

“Kevin.” He didn't want to mention his real name at the moment to avoid attention. Because with the governor, he couldn't lie, at the same time he wanted to test if Camilla really loved her. What happened with Ivy, he couldn't bear that bear to see it occur again.

“Kevin! That’s a wonderful name,” Aldric said approvingly. “I really need to entertain you, you've done a lot for me.”

“Thank you, your excellency!” Kevin curtsied.

His PA came in at that moment and whispered to him. “Your Excellency, you've got a checkup with your cardiologist in ten minutes.”

He then turned to Kevin. “Camilla will lead you to me soon.” He said before he rushed out of the room.

Camilla then turned toward the remaining doctors, nodding her head slowly and repeatedly. She began clapping in a measured, deliberate rhythm before folding her arms across her chest. Slowly, she walked toward them.

“So where are those senseless and wicked seniors of yours? Have they run away? And where exactly do they think they are escaping to?” She asked.

The closer she got, the more fear gripped them, as they anxiously wondered what she intended to do.

Kevin stood watching everything unfold, completely speechless. He had no words at all. Then she stopped and turned to him.

“Mr. Kevin, I am truly grateful to you for saving my father. At least now he can return to his rightful position,” Camilla said appreciatively as she hugged him. Mouths whispered as she hugged Kevin but seeing Camilla turn, they all kept quiet.

“Alright, I'm glad I could help.”

Kevin was ready to go when Camilla grabbed him. “You can't just go like that. Come greet my dad at the hospital, probably he has some questions to ask you. Your presence alone with me might soothe him.”

Kevin blinkers, trying to understand the tone her voice was going, where her last statement sounded romantic.

Seeing them walk hand in hand, some of the governor's men who secretly wanted Camilla frowned. This felt like a direct humiliation to them.

Camilla couldn’t help but smile slightly while they scowled in frustration.

They arrived at Regal Grove Hospital, the best in Ferida. Meanwhile, on the lower floors of the hospital, chaos was already unfolding.

“Mom! How can that poor, useless guy hit me and nothing was done about it? We must teach him a lesson!”

Camilla looked and it was an elderly woman walking with Ivy, next to her was Alan, the people she saw at the park attacking Kevin.

Alan writhed in pain on the stretcher he was carried, struggling to breathe heavily. His face was wrapped in bandages and plaster.

“Is this a joke?” Kevin who sighted them hissed. “Because of that common blow I gave him?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll have him arrested and punished severely. After all, he won’t always be around Camilla,” The mother-in-law Kevin had barely seen in her five years with Ivy was now following by the side, wheeling the stretcher.

"Bianca came for her new son-in-law because he's rich.” Kevin smirked.

“Ivy, isn’t it truly cruel that Kevin had the boldness to lay hands on both of you? I mean, he clearly has no respect at all,” Bianca balled her hands in fury.

“Don't let this case go.....oo. What do you call a governor's daughter?” She scoffed.

“Before she came to him, that asshole man, forget her position, she's a bitch!”

Ivy suddenly burst into laughter.

“I know a few tough men for hire who can give him a proper lesson. Should I take care of it for you, Ivy?” Bianca asked.

“Mom, make sure they beat some sense into him. Break a bone or two!” Alan growled angrily while still lying on the bed.

Unknown to them the man and woman they were talking of were following right behind them. Kevin

“Of course. I guarantee you, he’ll be nothing more than a living corpse when we’re done with him!” Bianca bragged with a cruel laugh.

Truthfully, Kevin’s marriage to Ivy had long irritated her. How could someone so poor and seemingly insignificant end up with such a beautiful, elegant woman as his daughter when there's Alan, a wealthy heir.

Camilla's heart beat furiously that she almost escaped off Kevin's grip to fight but Kevin held her. She didn't want people saying a woman fought for him. He wanted to handle this himself, hence being with the governor's daughter, some other way would be better.

Kevin whispered to Camilla. “Go to your dad's ward. I'm coming after you.”

“What are you planning?” Camilla asked but she didn't answer her.

“Don't worry,” he assured her. Camilla didn't agree to leave his side until after persistent persuasion. She had thought he wanted to fight again. But no, that's not what Kevin planned.

Pulling off his phone, he scribbled a text to the doctor of the emergency ward, the ward Alan was being wheeled to. “Can I replace you for thirty minutes?”

“What happened, sir?” Doctor George quickly replied the moment he saw a text from his number.

“There's someone I want to deal with. Don't worry I wouldn't kill him, the worst thing is he's not sick. I guess he has a hideous plan.”

George didn't argue. “Right away, sir!” Kevin took another way to the ward, reaching before Alan got invited in. By then he was already dressed in the doctor's code, his face was covered and the eyes which would enable recognition, he had a tinted glass on.

Alan came in with Bianca and Ivy. He toned his voice lighter than normal, like an effeminate, a real jovial one. “What's your problem, sir?” He asked. “Accident? Physical altercation?”

“Yesss.” Alan didn't even let him finish. “I was struck by one asshole, my brother whose wife I took. He lunged on me. This is gonna be a very secret plan.” He whispered. “I wanna teach him a big lesson.”

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