*Bianca's POV*
Three years had passed already. During this time, my life had been completely transformed. I had been living with my grandfather and cousin, who had been nothing but kind and supportive of me. They didn't let me move out, and nor did I think I was eligible to move out and take care of my son on my own. With their help, I was able to continue my studies while working at the Serenity Hospital, where my son was born. It was the ideal place where I dreamed to work after I graduated.
The Serenity Hospital was one of the best hospitals in the country, and my grandfather turned out to be its owner. After living with him for these years, I realized that he had always been passionate about healthcare. So, it was no surprise that he had built such a successful empire in the medical field. Not only him but my mother too. I would hear stories about her some time as well.
"I wonder, if I didn't meet grandfather at that time, what was going to happen to my life…" I mumbled. I shook my head, "I can't even imagine it." I chuckled. It was because of him that I am here today. I would forever be grateful to him, because of him, my life had become unimaginable even to me.
My son was going to turn three in a month. I couldn't believe how fast time had flown by. He was growing up so quickly, and I was proud of the bright, curious little boy he was becoming. He was my reason for living, my reason for wanting to be a better person, and a better mother.
Despite the happiness that surrounded me, my mind occasionally wandered off to the past, to the memories that I had tried so hard to forget. How could I forget them? Bad memories are the hardest to forget. They just hurt you, until you are finally numb from the pain. I frowned, thinking about my stillborn baby… It would have been so good if she was still here. Just why did she… I couldn't help but curse Damon in my mind. Though he wasn't at fault because of my stillborn baby, his every word was engraved in my mind, haunting me time-to-time. Still, I couldn't help thinking about Damon, and each time I recalled him, I felt a pang of sadness. After all, how could I not recall him? When, my son resembled him so much, in every way.
But I was aware that thinking about him would have no other effect on me, than affecting me badly. I made a concerted effort to get those ideas out of my mind. I needed to put all of my attention on my son, my career, and the life that I had built for myself. I couldn't let the past dictate my present.
As I was sitting in my office, The sound of the ringing phone echoed in my office, its urgency reverberating through the room. It was my grandfather, and his voice sounded urgent.
"Hello?" I responded, the rate of my heartbeat accelerating with every passing second. He doesn't call me during my work hours so, why did he call me today? Did anything happen to him?
"Bianca, I need your help," he continued, his tone solemn and his urgency clear in his voice. Hearing his voice made me relieved. Nothing happened to him, his voice was clear, no sign of illness. He continued, as I focused on his words, "It has been determined that one of my close friends is in the third stage of cancer, and I need you to travel to Los Angeles to help him."
I froze, my mind reeling with the implications of his request. Los Angeles was the last place I wanted to go. It was the place where all my memories of Damon were, and I didn't want to be reminded of him.
"No, grandfather," I said, trembling slightly as I spoke. "I can't go to Los Angeles."
"I understand how you feel, Bianca," he replied, his tone becoming more gentle. "I'm sorry to ask you." Even though I couldn't bring myself to tell him what had happened to me there, he was well aware that it was the absolute last place I wanted to go to. Even so, I couldn't bring myself to tell him what had happened to me there. He continued, But… I need you, and so does my friend. He's in a lot of pain, and I know you can help him."
"I'll get back to you later," I said before hanging up the phone and slamming my forehead against the table.
I couldn't help but feel conflicted as I continued to stare at the phone that I was holding in my hand. My grandfather had asked me to go to Los Angeles, which was the very last place I wanted to go, but his desire was tugging me on a different path. I heaved a sigh. I was completely at a loss for what to do. I didn't know what to do. On one hand, my professional ethics as a doctor was screaming at my mind. On the other hand, that was the place I wanted to avoid at all costs.
The significance of the request made by my grandfather hung heavy in the air, intertwining with the recollections and feelings that Los Angeles had for me. Even though I knew that it was my responsibility as a doctor to assist those who were in need, the idea of going back to the city that held so much suffering was too much for me to bear. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart.
The vibration from my phone continued. I heaved a heavy sigh as I let the phone go unanswered, knowing that I needed time to navigate the conflicting emotions swirling within me, and before I was finally able to make the next decision.
*Bianca's POV* My mind buzzed with my grandfather's plea as I continued to work through the rest of the day. "Doctor Bianca… Doctor BIANCA?" I snapped out of my thoughts, and told her about the report, as I tried hard to focus on my work. Guilt gnawed at my conscience, tugging at my heartstrings. How could I refuse to help someone in need, especially after all that my grandfather had done for me? I can't believe, I am being so selfish, shameless, and heartless, after all this. His words echoed in my mind, reminding me of the compassion and kindness he had shown me over the years. I heaved a sigh. I couldn't let something personal hold me back from fulfilling my duty as a doctor. After all, what were the chances of running into Damon in such a vast city like Los Angeles? It was a bustling metropolis, teeming with countless faces and stories. It would only be one in a million chances! Surely, the universe wouldn't conspire to bring him into my path again! With a newfound determinati
Bianca's POV Why? Just why did I have to run into him now? I just arrived here. Shouldn't I be given a moment to breathe admist all of this? I knew I was going to run into him no matter how I tried not to. However, I did not expect that it would be so soon. Should I just run away. The fact that Mr Derek is staring at me intently and his son is right behind me gives me chills. I am not prepared for this. I thought I would be, but this is a lie. It is like fear is surging through me. “Are you my father's doctor?“ I heard him ask, after noticing the silence. I did not plan to turn around immediately. At this juncture, that is unavoidable. I slowly turned, trying to compose myself. I will do a great job not falling to my knees when I look at him. Why am I like this? “Yes.“ I answered, slowly turning around. My eyes met with his the moment I swerved around, my breath itched in my throat. His eyes depicts shock on seeing me. I saw the same familiar look I have seen before in the
Bianca's POV I am back from the mall. I can't believe what I had to see just when I got there. He is dating Aileen now? They used to call themselves best friends. Who would have thought they had something going on? Even so, that shouldn't bother me much. It's none of my business. I should only maintain a businesslike relationship with him. I entered the apartment and dropped the things I bought. Then my baby rushed outside from his room with a wide smile on his face. Dion is the joy of my life, he's everything to me after all that I've been through to have him. “Mommy!“ He ran into my arms, I crouched down to hug him. He is such a joy to watch. “Dion! You shouldn't run around the house like that… Oh, you're here miss.“ Mia came running out of the room. She stopped on seeing me. “I told you to stop calling me that countless times. I didn't say anything yesterday because I was tired. We are of the same age, just call me by my name.“ I complained to her. She nodded with a smi
Bianca's POV What does she want from me? As far as I am concerned, she bumped into me on purpose yet I apologized like a sensible person would do. She is chewing makeup like a crazy person and giving me death glares. I should be the one doing that and not the other way around. "It's you?" Aileen said trying to show disgust. In reality, I am the one who should be disgusted with seeing her face. How do people deal with someone like her to the extent of not blowing up? "I don't think I have anything to say to you. Then, I'll excuse myself now." I said to avoid her. But this bitch doesn't want to stay out of my way. She stopped me from moving just to annoy me. I am not in the mood to fight, and this is a hospital. It's not proper for me to fight even if I am being bothered. "What do you want from me? I don't have time for this. I have a patient to check on." I asked, knowing she was out for trouble and I didn't have time for that. "Why would I wa
Damon's POV Watching Bianca fight with Aileen is infuriating. Do I have to settle whatever those two have between them? Why is it always Bianca? It's not enough that she suddenly appeared out of nowhere after a long time. Why is she making things hard for me? I thought I would just be getting the best doctor to treat my father and I was wondering who this could be. An oncologist who is the best? That person is Bianca? The same Bianca I married years ago and left. Would she actually be able to take care of my father like a real doctor would? Without taking out her anger towards my father? "You've really got the nerves to talk back at me Bianca. I don't know if I should smile at you or not?" I stated bluntly, clearly I was talking without thinking. Seeing her gives me a little bit of anxiety. I didn't hear from her for a long time. She has really changed a lot. She is no longer the submissive girl she used to be. "I don't need your smile. You should know how to act professionally
Damon's POVWhy did she have to come back? She's just making things worse than it already is for me. Did dad ask her to come back on purpose? It couldn't have been my father who made her come back right? I just don't like seeing her around at all. "Not again. Are you stalking us? Don't you think you should give up at this point?" Aileen blurted out. Instead of reacting, she just ignored us and walked away. This made Aileen mad, she stopped in front of my father's room. "Did you just ignore us?" Aileen asked pained. "You both need to understand that I don't live for you. I have a life and a job you know." She said to the both of us and entered my father's ward. Aileen wanted to say something. I stopped her. I dragged her out of the hospital and made her get into the car. These days, I don't even know how to deal with her. "How dare she talk to us that way? Just because she became a doctor, she thinks she is all that great!" Aileen lamented as I started the car. She did not stop
Bianca's POVI am finally going to register my baby in a school here. He can't stay at home all day when he is a social person. Also, why does he keep demanding that I take him to the hospital every time these days like he has something there I don't know about. He is making me suspicious somehow. "I wonder what he saw in the hospital or he just wants to learn because he wants to be a doctor like me." She thought inwardly. It took some minutes but it wasn't a stressful procedure. My son is a smart boy and it was easy for me to register him. The teacher and principal already like him. I said goodbye to him with the promise to get him myself when he closes. I went to check on my patients when I got to the hospital. I wanted to check on Mr Derek first but I stopped when I saw Damon already there. I watched him from the door and saw how he was catering to his father. This gave me some memories I don't want to remember. Memories of how caring he used to be before he suddenly changed. I
Bianca's POV"Mom... Why are you not saying anything? I know dad lives in this city. Why haven't we seen him yet?" Dion demanded. I don't know what else to say. I am more than confused right now. Why is he suddenly asking me this when I have asked not to talk about it? My son cannot know a man like Damon as his father. Damon never wanted my children, he wanted them to die. "Are you crying mom?" He asked looking worried. "I am sorry mommy. I won't ask about him again!" I didn't know tears are already falling off my face. I shook my head and faced him with a smile. I don't want him to worry about me. "No, I am not crying. You don't need to apologize. It is not your fault. I'll be right back." I told him and walked out of the office. Once I got outside, I faced the walk trying to hide my tears. Now is not the time for me to cry. I have been living without him for a long time now. Why did he have to remind me of the past? Damon is the only one to be blamed for this. I went to Mr Der