"Morning, doctor Lemuel!" I greet the doctor in the hallway after checking on my .
He is still asleep. He must have been so exhausted by the time he retired to bed last . That was predictable after all that long conversation we had. And of course, he have been so overwhelmed with everything, including me, saying that I chose betrothal out of my own will.
"Good morning, Ellie! How was your night?" Dr. Lemuel asks after responding to my .
One thing I like about Lemuel is his devotion and outgoing virtue. He is so easy to with. His maturity and cool nature are what crown his physical hexa. He is cute as . Just a harmless opinion.
"I slept well, but I am worried about my father. How far is your consultation about the ?" I query.
"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that," he says, stretching up for a second.
He was? That got me curious. "Why? Is everything okay? Has the decision been ?".
"Yes. And I have already scheduled a transplant for your father. In two days,” he says.
Wow! I can't explain the exhilaration I am feeling. Finally, my father will be free all this agony. He will go through the transplant, and everything will go back to . I can't wait for that day. Finally, we can get out of this nerve-wracking because every single second is a scary moment.
"That is good news. Thanks, doc. Is there anything I am needed to do?" I implore, from ear to ear.
"We need to prepare your father and move him to the hospital tomorrow. I will give the details of the whole process later," he says.
That is great. "Okay, doc. Thanks once again."
"You have nothing to thank me for, Ellie. This is my job."
"I know, but still, thanks for being a dedicated doctor. Not all doctors are like you,
Lemuel," I say, encouragingly. He is really one of a kind. Some people are driven by responsibilities of their line of work, but for him, I see the thrill and passion him.
"Well, thanks for the compliment."
"Welcome. I will send the breakfast to your room in a few days," I say.
"Come on. You don't have to do this, you know," he says shyly.
"It is the least that I can do for all of your help. I know it is not easy. I mean, you have left your home to stay here and monitor my father. Just let me do this.
From now on, you will eat and drink with us," I insist.
"Can I say no?" he asks with a wrinkly face.
I know he feels shy about this, but he will have to forgive me. This is humanity, more thanking him. I cannot repay him for the sacrifices he has made ever since my was confined in this room. So this is nothing. "No! Because I wasn't asking, to with," I retort, and he grins broadly.
"You are so much like your father, you know? Brave and authoritative. I have known for just three days, and the resemblance is so conspicuous,” he says.
Ooh, wow. Is the resemblance that obvious? I think it is true, then. An apple does not far from the tree. "Well, thank you. We are cut from the same cloth after all." I to smile at that. I didn’t know I remembered my father so much for even a to notice.
"Yeah. I didn't expect any less."
Huh? Okay..."What?" I query.
"I was looking forward to meeting the only daughter of Mr. Riccaford. To see what looks like personally. Well, you do look gorgeous, honestly, and your father’s are all over you," he says, scanning my face.
Ohm well. I can’t argue, I guess. "Thanks."
"Okay. I will be in the room after checking up on your father."
"Okay. Breakfast will be with you in a minute," I say again, not to make him blush but just to alert him that he shouldn’t stay with my father for too long to avoid a cold breakfast. Besides, I will be with my father after getting Dr. Lemuel’s sent to him, so he does not need to stay here.
"Thank you.” He pats my shoulder and strolls upstairs while I descend down to the area.
These witches ought to have been asleep. That is all they do after all—eat, sleep, chaos, and repeat the process over and over again and again. They are nothing lazy bones that have no use or value in this world. But unfortunately, they just had wake up early to ruin my morning, didn't they? That is their sole motive and in the face of this earth anyway—to see me miserable.
"So, sissy? You seem to have brought a dangerous spell from where you were," Nelly .
Didn't I tell you? All they do is stir trouble for me. They just never get tired of me. Anyway, it is too early for this. I am not in the mood. I should start my father for the transplant, and that alone is a handful. I don’t have time this, honestly. I am so exhausted.
Ignorance is bliss and a perfect remedy for meaningless situations such as this. I them.
"Nanny Aisha?” I turn to the nanny as I try to assume these annoying faces are across me. “Please serve Dr. Lemuel breakfast too and take it to the doctor's room. And him in all the other meals too from now on," I say.
She nods her head in agreement. "Okay, miss. Right away."
"Wait!" Gracia calls before the nanny can walk out, stopping her in her tracks.
God, please, it is too early in the morning for them to arouse my demons. I don’t need at all. The situation does not call for this.
I snap my eyes at her to at least send a memo that I don’t need this because I know she can't be up to anything good, but I am too late as I collide with words leaving mouth, directed to no one but me, "Just who the hell do you think you are to give orders, Ellie?"