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Ash’s face flushed with rage as she confronted the head doctor at the hospital. The room seemed to tremble with her fury. Alexander’s decision to leave her side and meet Amelia had ignited a firestorm within her.

“How can Alexander abandon me here and go running to Amelia?” Ash seethed, her voice dripping with resentment and hurt. She had tried every possible method to keep Alexander by her side that day, but Amelia had managed to ruin her plans.

The head doctor, a composed and experienced individual, remained silent, maintaining a calm demeanor in the face of Ash’s outburst. He understood the depth of her emotions and the pain she was experiencing, but he also knew that lashing out wouldn’t solve anything.

Seeing the doctor’s stoic silence only fueled Ash’s anger further. She felt as though her frustrations were falling on deaf ears. “What? Can’t you talk?” she berated him, her voice echoing through the room. The intensity of her words hung heavily in the air.

The head doctor took a deep breath, his eyes meeting Ash’s with a mix of empathy and firmness. “Miss. Moon, please understand that this display of anger won’t help the situation,” he calmly stated. His voice carried a gentle authority, attempting to diffuse the tension in the room.

Ash who was sitting on the hospital bed, eyebrows furrowed, and stared at the doctor incredulously. She had expected him to side with her, to validate her feelings of betrayal. Instead, his words pierced through her anger, forcing her to confront the reality of the situation.

“Give up?!” Ash exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation. “How can you expect me to give up? I love him, and he chose her over me!” Her voice cracked with the weight of her emotions, tears welling up in her eyes.

The head doctor approached Ash with a compassionate gaze, his voice softer now. “Mrs. Moon, sometimes we have to accept that we cannot control the choices others make. Holding onto anger and resentment will only prolong your pain. It’s important to focus on healing yourself and finding a path forward.”

His words hung in the air, and a heavy silence settled over the room.

Ash’s nostrils flared in defiance as she snorted at the doctor, her anger unabated. She refused to accept his words of reason and remained steadfast in her possessiveness over Alexander.

“What? Alexander can only be mine and no one else!” Ash declared, her expression contorted into an unsightly mask of possessiveness and determination. The intensity in her eyes sent a chill through the room. It was clear she was willing to go to any lengths to keep Alexander by her side.

The head doctor sighed, understanding the depth of Ash’s fixation. He had seen cases like this before, where love morphed into obsession, blinding individuals to reason and causing them to act out of desperation. He knew that pleading with Ash would likely fall on deaf ears, but he couldn’t stand idly by.

“Mrs. Moon, I understand your feelings, but it’s important to remember that love cannot be forced or manipulated,” the doctor admonished gently. “True love requires trust, respect, and the ability to let go if necessary. Holding onto someone against their will is not love; it’s a form of control.”

Ash’s eyes narrowed, her determination unwavering. “I don’t care about all that. I’ll do anything to get him back,” she replied, her voice laced with stubbornness. Her fixation on Alexander had blinded her to the potential consequences of her actions.

The head doctor took a step closer, his voice filled with concern. “Mrs. Moon, I implore you to reconsider. Pursuing someone against their wishes can lead to further pain and damage. It’s important to prioritize your own well-being and emotional health.”

But Ash remained resolute, dismissing the doctor’s pleas with a wave of her hand. She was consumed by her desire to reclaim what she believed was rightfully hers. In her mind, she was willing to cross any boundary, shoulder any consequence, to achieve her goal.

The head doctor sighed deeply, recognizing the limits of his influence.

“You’re just a mere stupid doctor, don’t think you know me and can advise me, go help your lowly self!” Ash had a disgusted look on her face As she berated the doctor.

Meanwhile at Eastern land..

Alexander remained crouched down, his gaze fixed on Amelia as she spoke. Her words, though delivered calmly, carried a hint of pain. He could sense the hurt he had caused her.

“I don’t blame you, but I’m still hurt,” Amelia expressed, her voice tinged with vulnerability. The weight of her emotions hung heavy in the air, and Alexander couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt.

“Anything you want, just say it,” he responded bitterly, bracing himself for what she might ask of him. He knew his actions had consequences, and now he had to face them.

Amelia’s eyes sparkled with a newfound determination, and Alexander felt a sudden wave of apprehension wash over him. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that he had unwittingly made a deal with the devil.

Lost in his thoughts, Alexander observed Amelia closely, trying to discern her intentions. Her neutral expression gave nothing away, leaving him puzzled and curious. She gestured for him to take a seat on the couch opposite her in his room, a silent invitation for a deeper conversation.

Feeling a mixture of anticipation and anxiety, Alexander complied, taking a seat on the couch as directed. He braced himself for the conversation that lay ahead, hoping to find some understanding and bridge the gap that had formed between them.

As Alexander settled onto the couch, his mind raced with uncertainty. He knew Amelia well enough to understand that forgiveness didn’t come easily to her. The weight of his transgressions hung heavily in the air, and he couldn’t help but fear the worst.

He desperately hoped that Amelia wouldn’t ask him to stay away from her. The mere thought sent a wave of panic through him, and he couldn’t fathom a life without her presence. The idea was enough to make him entertain the notion of fainting as if it could somehow alleviate the impending pain.

With bated breath, Alexander waited for Amelia to break the silence and reveal her intentions. He braced himself for the possibility of her delivering a harsh ultimatum or expressing her desire for distance. The uncertainty gnawed at him, amplifying his anxiety with each passing moment.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

As he glanced at Amelia, his heart filled with a mix of regret and longing.

At that moment, Alexander vowed to listen, to truly hear Amelia’s words.