Love Began with the First Meeting

The person at the other end of the line seemed surprised by her remark. The person paused and then started laughing. "What? You can't make Brian stay so now you suddenly care about his son?" the person asked ironically.

"Drop that tone, I'm not playing." Becky gritted her teeth. "You don't get to talk to me like that!"

The person didn't seem to mind Becky's attitude at all and said," They said Addison was sent to the hospital yesterday due to a vitamin C overdose. They said it was from the orange juice he was drinking..." Then the person paused as if to allow Becky to process the news. "It happened in the restaurant you went to at noon. Becky, think about how this looks. You really are ruthless. You know Addison likes the cake there so you took advantage and did what you had to do. Were our men any good?" the person continued.

"What are you talking about?" Becky asked sternly, "I didn't do it!"

"Hee hee." The person chuckled obviously not giving a crap. "I don't care about your personal life. I'm calling for another reason. I think you should be reminded that the moment Rory agreed to work for me means you're in the same boat too. So in the future if you're planning to do anything stupid, make sure you tell me first. I don't want to have to clean your mess. This ends now. Or else I don't think I have to remind you what's going to happen." After another pause, the person added, "By the way, don't you even think of pulling me into this mess. Once this gets out, your father goes down first."

After a string of shrill laughter, the phone was hung up.

For a while, Becky was unable to speak. She just kept listening. Finally, when the call ended, her body had stiffened from that threat. Her mind was just blank as if she forgot how to think until finally, she figured out what exactly the person was saying.

***

In Empire Hospital.

Mark was still in a coma. It was almost noon. Every minute felt like a year for Molly. Her anxiety and tension were at an all time high.

voice was comforting, deep and magnetic like a cello, "Go get some rest. I'll stay here. I won't

Mark?" Molly mumbled. Her swollen eyes were still fixed on Mark. "He's just a boy. Why would they

is going to pay,

anger veiled the thin air in the ward. After a few courtesy knocks on the door, the vice dean walked in. Both Molly and Brian turned. They were anxious about the results. The vice dean looked at Mark then at

voice urgent. It had to

out a long breath of relief.

"But..."

that word. She'd been up all night—her eyes were red from lack of sleep. She didn't have the courage to ask what else was wrong

He just kept his eyes on the vice dean—who

the tumor is benign, it needs to be removed as soon as possible by craniotomy. But because we're not able to drown out the vitamin C overdose as of now, his blood is clogging the vessels and thus constricting the cranial nerves. Mark's in a critical condition either way—with

removed via surgery but since there was a vitamin C overdose, it made things more complicated.

everything went black before Molly's eyes. Feeling dizzy and unable to breathe, she started collapsing. Brian stretched out his arms to catch her fall.

little boy? To sweet Mark?"

Eric had just pushed the door open and

had gotten over her initial shock,

read through the files and when she was done, she lifted her head slowly.