The heart broken doctor

She is not ready to give up

Amara remained on the cold marble floor, her chest heaving with silent sobs. She didn’t have the strength to rise, nor the will to leave the only place she had ever known as home. The pain of being cast out, of being told she no longer belonged, was too great to bear. But despite Olivia’s harsh words, she couldn’t bring herself to stand up and walk away.

Olivia’s eyes narrowed as she saw Amara still kneeling, refusing to move. Her patience was wearing thin, and the sight of Amara’s defiance fueled her anger even more. “Didn’t you hear me?” Olivia snapped, her voice cutting through the silence. “I said, get out!”

But Amara didn’t budge. She looked up at Olivia with tear-filled eyes, her voice trembling as she spoke, “I can’t leave, Olivia. This is my home… I have nowhere else to go.” Her voice was fragile, like a wounded bird, yet there was a quiet determination behind it. “Please… I need to see Bryan. I need to hear it from him.”

Stefania, standing beside Olivia, clenched her fists in frustration. She could see that Amara’s resolve was stronger than she had anticipated, and fear began to creep into her heart. If Bryan saw Amara like this, if he saw how much she still cared, there was a real danger that he would never go through with their engagement.

“Olivia,” Stefania hissed under her breath, tugging at her arm, “we need to get her out of here. Now.”

Olivia glanced at Stefania, seeing the panic in her eyes, and knew she had to act swiftly. She stepped closer to Amara, her voice lowering to a menacing whisper. “You think you can manipulate your way into staying here?” she spat, her words dripping with contempt. “You think tears and begging will change anything? You’re not welcome here anymore, Amara. This is no longer your home.”

But Amara’s gaze didn’t waver. She could feel the weight of Olivia’s words pressing down on her, but she wouldn’t—couldn’t—leave without speaking to Bryan. She had to know the truth from him, no matter how painful it might be.

“Please,” Amara whispered, her voice breaking, “just let me see him.”

Olivia’s anger flared. She took a step back, her eyes burning with cold fury. “You leave me no choice,” she said, her tone final. She turned to the butlers and maids who had been watching the scene unfold with growing unease. “Escort her out,” she commanded, her voice like steel.

The staff hesitated, glancing at one another with uncertainty. They had seen Amara grow up in this house; she had always been kind to them, and they were torn between their loyalty to Olivia and their compassion for Amara.

“Now!” Olivia barked, her patience at its end.

Two of the butlers stepped forward, their expressions pained as they approached Amara. “Miss Clarkes,” one of them said softly, reaching out a hand to help her up, “please, don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

Amara looked at them with tear-filled eyes, her heart breaking as she realized what was happening. But even as they gently took hold of her arms, she didn’t struggle. “I won’t go,” she whispered, her voice filled with quiet resolve. “Not until I see Bryan.”

The butlers paused, their grip loosening slightly as they exchanged a glance. The tension in the room was unbearable, as everyone waited to see what would happen next.