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“Let’s go see your grandfather,” Isabella said resolutely.
Unable to refuse, Susan gave a small, hesitant nod and took Isabella to the hospital. Isabella had assumed that Susan’s grandfather was in a hospital in Gemond, but to her surprise, they pulled up in front of a hospital in Ansport instead. He was in a VIP ward.
The VIP ward was known for its opulence, a place where luxury came with a staggering price tag that most families could only dream of affording. As they walked through the gleaming corridors, Isabella couldn’t help but notice how much thinner Susan had become. Her heart tightened with concern; whatever Susan had been enduring lately had clearly taken its toll.
When they entered the room, Susan’s grandfather was sleeping, his chest rising and falling in the deep, slow rhythm of someone who had fought many battles and was now weary. Age had taken its toll, sapping the strength from his limbs. His hands, lying limp on the white sheets, seemed almost as delicate as porcelain.
Susan’s eyes brimmed with unshed tears as she gazed at her grandfather’s frail frame. Since her mother’s passing, he had been the only family member who loved her. Now, seeing him in such a sorry state, she felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
“Grandpa,” Susan whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I brought a friend. She said she knows how to help you. Please, you have to get better.”
Isabella observed quietly, her initial assumptions unraveling. Despite his illness, there was a certain dignity about Susan’s grandfather, an air of grace that illness had not yet stolen. His skin was pale but not sickly; his features, though softened by age, still bore the marks of a life well-lived.
It dawned on Isabella that perhaps Susan’s family wasn’t as ordinary as she had first thought. After a careful examination, Isabella asked Susan to retrieve the medical records. As she reviewed them, a sense of confidence settled over her. The situation was serious, no doubt, but it wasn’t as dire as some cases she had seen.
“Prepare for the surgery,” Isabella said with calm assurance. “Your grandfather will be fine.”
Susan’s face brightened, a spark of hope flickering in her eyes. “Are you sure, Isabella? Will my grandfather really make it out of this alive?”
“Yes,” Isabella replied, her tone firm and reassuring. “Trust me on this.”
Susan met Isabella’s gaze and felt a wave of relief wash over her. She knew Isabella wouldn’t make such promises unless she was certain.
Isabella continued, “Now, just focus on getting everything ready for the surgery. It will happen in a week.”
“Okay!” Susan’s voice held newfound strength as she nodded, determination replacing her earlier despair.
Over the following week, Isabella visited Susan’s grandfather nearly every day. On the day of the surgery, she handled the preparations with meticulous care. Her plans were known only to the hospital director, whom she quietly instructed to have her surgical attire and an assistant ready for the operation.
“Are you out of your mind, Susan? Who’s going to perform the surgery? Do you seriously want to kill your grandfather?” A sharp voice echoed down the corridor, her words sharp and accusatory.
It was Mara. She approached the medical team just as they were about to enter the operating room.
“Who the hell are you?” she asked the doctor who had covered his face with a mask.
Susan tried to pull Mara away, her eyes flashing with anger and exasperation. “It’s none of your business! Stop pretending you care about my grandfather. Just leave!”
“If I didn’t care, would I be here?” Mara shot back, her tone brimming with righteous indignation. “You’re so ungrateful, Susan!”
But then, as her eyes landed on someone in the distance, her voice softened. “Susan, I know you’re desperate, but you can’t just trust anyone. Do you even know who this doctor is? What if something goes wrong?”
At that moment, Esteban, who had just arrived, cut through the tension with a disapproving voice. “Susan, you don’t even know who will perform the surgery? You’re being reckless!”
As the argument grew more intense, Isabella observed the family, deducing their identities from their attire. It wasn’t her imagination; she had indeed seen Susan recently. It turned out her good friend was a member of the powerful Riggs family. Yet, it was equally clear that Susan held little influence within that circle. Perhaps that was why she had kept her true identity hidden.
“Does my grandfather’s situation concern you?” Susan looked at Esteban and asked. “There’s now a chance to save him. I won’t let anyone stop me.”
Mara quickly responded, “Oh, Susan, why would we stop you? We’re just worried you’re being deceived. You’re gambling with your grandfather’s life!”
“Do you even care about my grandfather?” Susan retorted sarcastically.
Obviously, Mara did not. She rushed here as soon as she heard the news, intending merely to prevent Susan’s grandfather from undergoing the surgery. However, upon arrival, Mara noticed that the doctor seemed suspicious, heavily disguised, and not at all like a typical doctor! She figured Susan must have been duped, which delighted Mara as it would surely make Esteban even more disillusioned with Susan.
Susan trusted a fraudulent doctor for the treatment. She was completely thoughtless!
“How could I not care? Would I be here if I didn’t?” Mara approached Isabella, attempting to remove her mask, but Isabella quickly grabbed her wrist.
Mara glared at Isabella and demanded, “Who are you? You won’t fool Susan, and certainly not us. No real doctor hides their face like you do!” Isabella shook off Mara’s grip.
Mara stumbled and fell, injuring her arm.
Esteban scowled and helped Mara up. He then fixed a stern gaze on Isabella, asking, “Who in the hell are you? How dare you scam in a hospital!”
Isabella ignored them and proceeded into the operating room. Esteban tried to stop her but was unsuccessful.
He turned to Susan and said, “Susan, I’ve been tough on you since you were a child because I wanted you to turn out well. Look at what you’ve done now! How could you resort to a fraudulent doctor for your grandfather’s treatment?”
Mara chimed in, “Yes, Susan, you don’t understand how much your father cares about you. He truly hopes you’ll strive hard and continue the Riggs family’s legacy.”
Susan regarded Esteban with a cold stare. Strive hard? She had never had a tutor as a child; she had to eavesdrop on Jada’s lessons to learn piano on her own, yet she would be punished for not performing well! She was always made to wear Jada’s worn-out clothes, never owning anything new herself, yet Esteban would criticize her sense of style whenever he saw her. He always found fault with her!
Susan didn’t feel like talking to them any longer, so she sat down, waiting anxiously. While she trusted Isabella, nerves still gnawed at her. She hoped her grandfather would come through okay.
Mara whispered to Esteban, “Darling, try not to be so harsh on Susan. She’s probably very stressed.”
Esteban’s expression grew somber. He remained silent, looking let down.
Mara was satisfied, believing her manipulation had worked. “Darling, we have issues to address at the company. Let’s head back.”
“No, let’s wait a moment,” Esteban replied quietly, taking a seat. Mara was surprised. When she came to her senses, she clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms. She had hoped Esteban would be completely disillusioned with Susan and lose all desire to speak with her, but he chose to stay by her side!
Was their family bond that strong? Mara felt a surge of jealousy. She had always been fond of Esteban, but Susan’s mother had won his affection first. After Susan’s mother died, though Mara took her place, Esteban’s concern for Susan never waned. She had no choice but to sabotage Susan, hoping to turn her into a disappointment that would never meet Esteban’s expectations.
Yet, somehow, even without a piano teacher, Susan performed beautifully. When Esteban complained about Susan’s outdated clothes, he would occasionally ask her to buy new clothes for Susan.
Mara had never intended to buy new clothes for Susan. Whenever Esteban gave her money, it was always spent on new outfits for Jada. If Esteban ever asked about it, Mara would simply lie, claiming that Susan had chosen the clothes herself.
With Esteban and Susan rarely speaking, her deceit had gone unnoticed for years. Now, seeing Esteban still care about Susan stirred a deep anger within Mara. Yet, she saw a silver lining in this unexpected turn of events.
She knew all too well about Susan’s grandfather’s critical condition. The doctors had made it clear that even with surgery, the odds of survival were slim—only a thirty percent chance of success. And now, Susan had brought in some unknown doctor to perform the operation, a decision Mara was convinced would lead to disaster.
In Mara’s mind, this was the perfect chance to ensure Susan’s downfall. When Esteban witnessed the failure with his own eyes, his disappointment in Susan would be inevitable. So, Mara settled in to wait, though each passing minute frayed her nerves as anticipation grew.
To Susan, each passing minute felt like an eternity. The light above the operating room stubbornly remained on, even as three agonizing hours crawled by. Her anxiety gnawed at her, twisting her insides with every second that ticked away.
Was Grandpa okay?
Another hour dragged on before the light finally flickered off. The door creaked open, and the doctor who had entered earlier stepped out, her expression unreadable.
Mara, feigning concern, immediately rushed forward. “How is he?” she demanded, her voice laced with faux urgency.
But before the doctor could utter a word, her eyes locked onto the figure being wheeled out, a white sheet covering the face. A jolt of triumph surged through her, though she expertly concealed it behind a veil of grief and indignation. “He’s dead?” she exclaimed, her voice sharp and accusing. “Who the hell are you? Do you even have a medical license? What kind of doctor hides behind a mask like this, afraid to reveal who they really are?”
Isabella remained silent, unmoved by Mara’s barrage of accusations, her expression calm and unwavering.
Susan and Esteban rushed forward, their hearts pounding with panic. Susan reached her grandfather first, seeing the white sheet. The world spun around her, and her vision began to fade, but Esteban caught her just in time before she collapsed. Tears streamed down Susan’s cheeks. “Grandpa…” she whispered, her voice quivering with fear and sorrow.
Mara seized the moment, stepping toward Susan with a blend of pity and scorn. “Susan, I warned you not to trust this doctor. And now, look at what’s happened! Your grandfather…” Her voice broke as she feigned grief, tears flowing down her face.
But before the scene could escalate further, Isabella’s calm and steady voice cut through the tension. “Everything’s fine. The surgery was a success.”
Her assistant quickly stepped forward. “Yes, the surgery went well. The sheet is just to protect the patient from exposure to light. We’re moving him to recovery now.”
Mara’s tears abruptly stopped, her shock palpable as she processed the news.
Success? What?
How?
Susan’s heart skipped a beat, her hand gripping the doctor’s arm as she dared to hope. “Really? My grandpa’s going to be okay?”
Isabella nodded gently, her voice soft and reassuring. “Just focus on his recovery, and in time, he should get better.” Overwhelmed with relief, Susan, unaware that it was her friend Isabella behind the disguise, managed to speak through her tears. “I don’t know what to say, doctor! Thank you so much!”
“Go to the ward with your grandfather,” Isabella suggested.
“Right away,” Susan responded, her tone filled with gratitude.
Esteban was stunned. He hadn’t expected the surgery to succeed. With so many doctors saying it was impossible, how had this one—this mysterious doctor Susan had found—actually managed to pull it off?