"No." The specialist interrupted. "He's still at fault. The nurse gave a testimony about you and he still insist because of pride. I have experience special people like you. People that are talented in a particular sickness." The specialist said and turned to the doctor.
“This should teach you something. Without Desmond, Sir Orton would have died. If I hadn't given him permission, we would have lost him. And I would have failed.” He said and the doctor stiffened slightly, but nodded in understanding.
"You are lucky my father didn't die." Jethro interjected. "Just count yourself lucky. If anything had happened to him, I swear I would have dealt with you. I would have made your life a miserable one."
Dr. Maxwell remained silent, knowing there was no defense he could offer. The weight of his decision not to allow Desmond earlier was bearing down on him, and now, all he could do was silently accept the criticism.
Jethro has more things to tell the doctor but he needed to talk to a more important person that just changed the situation. He turned toward Desmond, shifting his expression from anger to gratitude as he began to speak. "I don't even know where to start thanking you. For saving my father. For not leaving when they all talked down on you and told you to go. Thank you very much." Jethro said with every sincerely and deep appreciation.
Desmond accepted Jethro’s handshake, nodding slightly. "You don't need to thank me. It’s nothing." he replied humbly. "I’m just glad I was able to help."
"Don't say that. They told you to leave. They dismissed you, insulted you. But you didn’t walk away. You stayed. You fought for my father’s life, even when they don't believed in you. I’ve never felt so helpless in my life than I did today. Watching my father, my everything, lying there, not knowing if he was going to make it. It was killing me inside. And then you become our savior."
Anabel, who was now sitting behind her father, watched Jethro and Desmond talking. Her father had closed back his eyes back, and was now breathing well and healthy.
The man she had sworn never to see again had just saved her father’s life. She couldn't ignore it, no matter how much she wanted to.
"You did what the doctors couldn’t. You don’t understand what this means to me, to all of us. You didn’t just bring back my father, you saved my mother from the worst heartbreak of her life, which may have cost her life. You saved me from losing the man I respect most in this world." Jethro said, and Lady Orton wiped her tears as she listened her son poured out his gratitude.
"Like I've said, you don't need to thank me for something I literally did for myself. You may doubt it, but I'm the most happiest person here. I knew Sir Orton. Orton’s Group was one of the companies that made me who I am today. They gave me million-dollar contracts, trusted me, helped build my career. It was only right that I gave back, even though the contracts stopped coming after I separated with your sister. Now I'm understanding why everything happened." He paused briefly with a steady gaze. "I haven’t forgotten the past."
"At least You remembered everything he did for you even when he stopped giving you contracts. You didn’t forget the past. And today, you proved that."
"Yeah, I had to." Desmond replied and glanced at his watch. He sighed lightly before looking up at Jethro. “I need to get back to my company. I was in the middle of something when the nurse called. I had to drop everything and rush.” He said and turned to leave. Jethro stopped him before he could move toward the door.
“Wait,” he quickly urge. “Before you go, tell me...what do you want in appreciation?"
"You don't have to worry about that. I don't need anything." Desmond replied.
"No, I insist. You saved my father’s life, Desmond. You have to mention something...anything. Tell me how much you want. Say the word.” Jethro urged.