Chapter 63

Chapter 63:

JARIS

I had an early day at the office.

But before leaving, I decided to check on the kids. I had returned very late last night and hadn’t had the chance to see them.

As I reached their door, I heard her voice. I slowed my steps, her voice always bringing me the same discomfort.

Seeing and hearing her was a constant reminder of what she did to my body. It was something I hated, something I wished I could get rid of.

I opened the door, and as soon as my presence was noticed, she stopped talking. She had been sitting on the edge of the bed, applying something to Xylon’s chest and massaging it. She’d always been quite good with the kids, which was why it puzzled me that she had plans to leave.

“I know you might not believe it, but Xylon is the reason you caught me in the first place. And I intend to stay and finish my job on him. I can’t abandon a soul like that. Never p>

Her words from two days ago stuck with me. Could there be any truth to them?

“Daddy!” Xyla ran to me and hugged me.

Xylon looked like he would’ve done the same, had Lyric not been holding him on the bed. But he smiled and waved at me.

“How was your night?” I tousled Xyla’s hair and moved closer to do the same to Xylon’s. This brought me uncomfortably close to Lyric.

I noticed her lick her lips before saying, “Good morning, Alpha p>

I simply gave her a curt nod before turning my attention back to Xyla, who started talking.

“You came home late, Dad. Xylon and I waited to see you, but you didn’t show up until we fell asleep in your room p>

Fell asleep in my room. For some reason, I found that cute.

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“Sorry, pumpkin. I had to take care of some things. Are you done with your list?” I asked them to make an unlimited list of what they wanted for their birthdays.

“Not yet. Aunty Lyric is helping us with it p>

I glanced at Lyric, our eyes locking for the briefest moment before she quickly looked away, as if there was fire in mine.

I’d noticed the kids were freer with Lyric than they were with their mother. It was surprising.

She stood up, gathering her things. She gave a rare, soft smile to Xylon as she helped him sit up.

“Remember to take your meds when you get home from school, okay p>

He nodded happily.

“Bye, Xyla.” She tousled Xyla’s hair.

How did she do that? Be so sweet to the kids, but distant with everyone else? She often gave them smiles she didn’t give to just anyone. And in return, the kids were always so sweet with her.

Her smile dropped when she faced me. Dipping her head, she headed for the door.

I was aware she’d almost passed out in the surgical ward yesterday. The sane version of me would’ve asked if she was alright. But I didn’t care. It would be insane to care. So, I let her leave.

GUINEVERE

Arriving at TCH that morning, Guinevere was headed to the President’s office when Nina, Owen’s granddaughter, ran toward her with tear-filled eyes.

At first, Guinevere was scared, thinking something had happened to the man. But then she noticed the pregnant girl was smiling.

“Oh, thank you. Thank you so much, Guinevere. You don’t know what this means to us,” Nina said as she pulled Guinevere into a hug.

The woman was taken by surprise. Her hands on both sides of the girl’s shoulders, she gently pulled her away.

“What are you talking about, Kinky? I don’t think I follow.” She always called the girl her pet name from when she was a kid.

“I’m talking about Grandpa! He’s fine! The surgery was performed on him last night p>

Guinevere felt like she’d just been told the sun was pink.

That shouldn’t be possible. Mr. Owen wasn’t scheduled for surgery until that morning.

She followed Nina to his room and was shocked to see that it was true. The man was indeed better, laughing as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

He was even happy to see Guinevere. She asked him a few questions about his surgery, but he told her he had been asleep and didn’t know anything about the doctor who had saved him.

When Guinevere left his room, she went straight to the tech room. It was a relief that Owens was okay now, but it was shocking that a doctor would operate on him without informing anyone.

She gained access to the cameras through the tech guys and watched the footage with growing surprise. She saw someone enter Owen’s ward at night. Someone she knew very well, but hadn’t expected to do something like that.

MARTA

Marta and Lyric arrived at TCH at the same time. Though they kept a good distance between them and didn’t communicate,

They were on the ground floor, walking toward the elevator when Guinevere approached them.

She stopped in front of Marta. “Doctor Monroe, I need you in my office. Now.” Her tone was strict this morning.

Marta followed her to the office and took a seat when told to.

“Care to explain what you did?” Guinevere clasped her hands on the table. Marta raised her brows.

“Sorry p>

“I’m talking about Mr. Owen. You performed the surgery on him!” Guinevere scoffed. “It was meant to be performed this morning by a team of doctors. How did you do it on your own p>

Marta lowered her eyes to her legs.

“Marta, that’s incredible. I’m glad you were able to pull this off. I’m just surprised you didn’t tell anyone about it p>

“I—I know. I guess I didn’t want to bother the rest of you p>

Guinevere went on, expressing how pleased she was.

“Thank you, ma’am. But could we keep this between us for now? I wouldn’t want the others to know I can perform this surgery on my own,” Marta requested.

Guinevere furrowed her brows in surprise. “Why p>

“Well, you know how it is. I’m still trying to get better with solo surgeries.” She wanted to understand Lyric first, to know how she was able to do everything she did all by herself.

“Right. I understand,” Guinevere nodded. “But good job, Marta. Please keep it up p>