"This is what I can do. I can help him recover. Yes, I'm not a doctor, but I can handle this type of case. Let's forget about what we had before. Let's forget the past. Pretend that you never knew who I am, and let me help the dying man."
"I wonder why you are begging to help my father. You are supposed to leave, but it's clear you have some dirty plans."
"Don't say that. I'm begging because it will hurt me most if I don't save your father when I can. My conscience will hurt me till I die. You have to understand my fear." Desmond said, and Sylvester laughed.
"I will advise you to stop begging and leave. I had thought a reasonable person was coming, not knowing it was you. You want them to allow you to treat her father? Sylvester scoffed, stepping forward with a smirk. He turned to Anabel’s mother and Jethro, gesturing toward Desmond. “So what, should we just let him kill him?”
Anabel snapped her gaze to Sylvester and glared fiercely. “Shut up! Don't say that about my father!”
She cautioned him, but he didn’t stop. “Open your eyes, Anabel. He planned this. Can't you see? He showed up quickly as if he were his father. I bet he worked with the nurse. He plotted this whole thing just so he could kill your father.”
The nurse turned sharply toward Sylvester with anger. “Stop!” she snapped. “You don't say something like that in this hospital. I can sue you in court and have you provide the evidence of what you just said.”
Desmond looked at Sylvester and shook his head. “I would never do something like that. I didn’t know who the patient was before coming. I was called, and I came to help.”
Sylvester crossed his arms, smirking. “Yeah? And we are just supposed to trust you?”
Desmond exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Believe whatever you want, but I’m not here to hurt anyone. I'm here to help."
Sylvester scoffed again. “You’re not needed, Desmond. A specialist is coming. So leave.”
"You are not the one that called me. And I'm not here because of you. Nothing concerns you here. Don't let me focus my attention on you. You have no right to say anything here. Go and meet your fiancée. I wonder why she didn't come with you. Oh! I understand! Maybe she's angry that the payout from the business is delayed. Yes, I'm sure you won't be here if you have received the money." Desmond said, and Sylvester's heart skipped, seeing that Desmond was about to expose him.
"How did he know I have a fiancée?" He asked himself. "How did he know about the money? Did he know more than this? Is he spying on me?" His mind kept racing in thought. He became scared that Desmond could expose him if he happened to have more information about him.
At this moment, he needed to say something. He needed to defend himself. He needed to find a way to escape the trap. If he doesn't speak up, Anabel may begin to suspect him.
For Jethro and Lady Orton, they didn't know where the statement was driving at. Only Sylvester, Anabel, and Desmond knew better.
"Point of correction, Vanessa is not my fiancée. She's my cousin sister. Many people thought she was my fiancée because I normally took her out. I'm sure you are among those people. Secondly, she hasn't fully recovered from the surgery. So stop saying what you are not sure of." Sylvester managed to say, hoping it would go a long way in holding Anabel's trust.