“Worthy”
868 Words
Keira walked into the hospital, where a nurse quickly approached her.
“Ma’am, please remain calm and wait for the doctor’s report.”
Without a word, Keira nodded and took a seat in the emergency department.
The silence in the hallway was suffocating. It felt as though the empty walls were mocking every choice she had ever made. For a brief moment, it seemed as if the sky itself was about to collapse on her.
“Miss Moss?”
A calm, low-pitched voice pulled her from her thoughts.
“I’m Dr. Hazel. Please come with me to my office.”
Keira rose from her seat and silently followed him. Once inside the office, she sat opposite the doctor, anxiously waiting to hear about her sister’s condition.
“Hello, Miss Moss. I’m Dr. Hazel, the chief surgeon handling your sister’s case.”
He folded his hands on the desk before continuing.
“Your sister’s condition is critical. Her arteries have sustained severe damage, and her lungs are badly injured. We will do everything we can to save her, but I cannot guarantee a full recovery.”
For the first time since arriving, Keira’s composed expression cracked.
“Please… do everything you can for my sister. Money isn’t a problem. I’ll pay whatever it costs. Just… please keep her alive.”
Her voice trembled as she nearly dropped to her knees.
“Oh, no. There’s no need for that.”
Dr. Hazel hurried around his desk and gently helped her back to her feet.
“It’s my job to save lives. I promise we’ll do our very best.”
“Thank you, Doctor. Thank you so much.”
Her voice broke.
“Can… can I see her?”
“You can, but she’s still unconscious.”
“So… she’s not awake yet?”
Fresh tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking her face like rainwater flowing unchecked. She struggled to compose herself, but the sobs refused to stop.
“You may see her if you wish,” Dr. Hazel repeated gently.
“Thank you… thank you.”
She dabbed her tears with a handkerchief before quietly leaving his office and making her way toward the private ward where her sister had been admitted.
As the door closed behind her, Dr. Hazel watched her leave.
She must truly love her sister, he thought.
If word ever got out that Keira Moss—the famous, elegant, and seemingly untouchable CEO of Luxe Skin Avenue—had broken down in tears inside his office, the media would have a field day, and her devoted fans would flood the hospital.
Meanwhile, Keira stepped into the private ward.
The room was silent except for the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor.
She stood beside the bed, staring at the unconscious woman lying before her.
“Aria…”
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“I told you to stay where you belonged. I warned you countless times not to bite off more than you could chew.”
She leaned closer, her expression slowly changing.
“But you never listened.”
A cruel smile spread across her lips.
“Now look at you.”
She reached forward and slowly removed the oxygen mask from Aria’s face.
“You’re following the corpse to the grave, just like a stubborn fly.”
A warm laugh escaped her lips—bright, carefree, and disturbingly genuine.
If anyone walk into the room at this moment it would have mistaken it for the laughter of someone celebrating good news. It was infectious.
Had Dr. Hazel witnessed it, he would have questioned his own judgment for ever believing that Keira genuinely loved her sister.
Suddenly, the electrocardiograph emitted a piercing, continuous alarm.
Within seconds, the medical team rushed into the room.
“Code blue!”
Keira stepped back, wearing a perfect mask of panic as nurses hurried her outside while the doctors fought desperately to save Aria.
An hour later, the medical staff began leaving the ward one after another until only Dr. Hazel remained.
Keira immediately stood.
“Doctor… how is my sister?”
Her voice shook convincingly, like that of a worried elder sister.
Dr. Hazel smiled faintly.
“Fortunately, thanks to our swift response, we were able to stabilize her condition.”
Relief washed over Keira’s face.
“Thank you, Doctor. Thank you so much.”
“You should head home and get some rest,” Dr. Hazel advised. “If you keep worrying like this, you’ll end up falling sick yourself. We’ll take good care of your sister.”
“Thank you.”
With that, Dr. Hazel excused himself to attend to his other patients.
Keira calmly walked out of the ward.
The moment she got into her car, every trace of worry vanished.
She dialed an unregistered number.
“When you do it this time, make sure it’s clean.”
Her voice was cold enough to freeze the air.
“I want her obituary on the tabloids by five o’clock tomorrow morning.”
She paused briefly.
“Don’t disappoint me again.”
Without waiting for a response, she ended the call.
The silence inside the car was deafening.
Then, for the first time that day, Keira smiled.
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