OLIVIA
“Okay? Please tell me already. I am not loving the suspense,” I pleaded with Escobar.
“Can you guess?
Do you have the slightest idea what I want to say to you?” Doctor Escobar teased me with the question.
“Now you need to stop, doctor. How do you expect me to guess In this critical condition? Please tell me. I've lost my sense of reasoning right now,” I begged him.
“Fine! I will speak up already. I can see that you're losing it already,” he finally agreed to spill. He wasn't far from the truth. I was already losing it inside of me.
If he hadn't agreed to spill, I would walk straight into Cyril's ward to find out what the problem was.
“So, we got good news for you.” He smiled without hitting the nail on the head.
“There we go again.
What about the bad news?” I facepa
