The hallway of the hospital was swarming with reporters, while the president's guards are trying their best to push them away.
People's questions came one after another, asking the son of the president about the unexplained amount of money they have.
The press didn't even care about the fact that Allan Minoan, the son of the president had just lost his father.
"Mr. Minoan, can you please inform us if the bank statements that were leaked on the internet were true,?
"How could your family have that amount of money in such a short time."
All those questions have made Allan more depressed. His mother was just next to him, sitting on the metal chair with her face buried on her hands.
She just lost her husband and their family's name was being called 'corrupt' by the people in social media.
With all the chaos around, Daniella sneakily entered the emergency room.
Claire has had not removed the president's body.
When the door opened, she saw Daniella with a medical mask covering half of her face and a white coat over her shoulder.
She had her initial Dr. D. Chen embroidered on the left chest side of her coat.
"defibrillator Claire," Daniella ordered without greeting her.
Claire immediately handed it.
Daniella brushed them off together and said, "Charge," and pressed it on the chest of the President.
The heartbeat remained flat, Daniella tossed the defibrillator on the floor and took the scalpel from the metal tray.
She cut a line on his chest parts and the blood flows from inside.
With her eyes as cold as ice, Daniella jammed a finger on his chest.
She could feel her his heart pounded once, and at that moment, the corner of her lips lifted.
Soon the heart monitor started beating gradually.
The president remained unconscious but, his heart started beating again.
She blew a sighed, seeing the president's eyes slowly opening she pressed her face closer to him.
She knows that he was still unconscious despite his opened eyes.
"Remember this face," she said and gripped his jaw with her hand.
Seeing his brows moving, she continued.
"I saved you today but, I will come back. So, remember my face because this face is going to be the last thing you will see before you go to hell," with anger sparkling in her eyes, Daniella let his chin go.
She turned around, her body itched to pick up a scissor and stab his chest but, she holds herself. She wouldn't let him have a peaceful death, he needs to suffer and he will. Somehow, she wished she could give them the same pain she had experience but unfortunately, she can't. They are normal, unlike her.
"Get the nurses and stitch him up, "she said coldly.
Claire nodded and left when she came back. She was with two doctors and some nurses.
She stayed and watched them with no emotion as they stitched the president's chest.
"I could swear he was dead a while ago," one of the doctors who announced the time of death of the president spoke nervously. Because of this. There's a chance that he could lose his license.
Daniella sighed, "he was dead," she murmured.
"What happened? Why is he alive?" the doctor replied.
Daniella stared at the doctor, lips pressing together tightly.
She's too lazy to answer him, her eyelids wanted to drop but, she needs to fight it and stay awake.
She left the room, after opening the door, the doctor who had so many questions earlier suddenly called out her name.
"Dr. Chen, right?" he said.
"I am the president's private doctor. I don't know how you did it but thank you for saving our President," the doctor's voice was loud, enough for the people outside to hear it.
Suddenly the chattering from the press who had just silent down started to get loud again. Asking question one after another, though this time it was about the president's health.
Hearing the news, Allan got up from sitting on the metal chair next to his mother and went closer to the two doctors standing by the half-opened door.
"My dad! Is he really alive?" he said, voice shaking with emotion.
He was focusing on their family doctor; he didn't even dare to look at the short woman next to him.
"Yes, and this is with Dr. Chen's help. She's Dr. Bole's friend. We are so thankful that she's here to help us."
Allan's brows knitted after hearing the familiar last name. He turned to his side and for the first time, looked at the short woman next to him.
"Daniella?" he called his girlfriend's name with disbelief.
Daniella frost, Allan called her name so loud that all the reporters could hear it.
She was about to deny it when Allan lifted her body and swirled her around.
She could hear him chuckling like a boy. When he finally lowered her body to the ground, Daniella felt her head spinning.
She shook her head to compose her body but, before she could, she felt a hand on her chin, slowly raising her face.
"Did you really save my father?" Allan asked, eyes glistening with tears.
Daniella nodded; she took a step back to distance herself from him.
"I am a doctor Allan. It is my job to-" her waist was pulled forward after Allan wrapped a hand on her waist and embraced her tightly.
Daniella could not move, flash started flickering from the reporter's camera.
Thankfully, she still has her mask on, at least the camera wouldn't see her face except for her eyes.
She immediately pushed him away, eyes widening with shock.
"Mr. Minoan, is that your girlfriend?"
"Did your girlfriend save your father?"
"What is your girlfriend's last name?"
All those questions had made Daniella's lips tremble nervously. She doesn't know why but Evan's figure suddenly popped in her mind.
She grabbed Allan's wrist and dragged him out of the crowd.
They stopped in the first exit. After securing the door, Daniella turned to face Allan.
"I sent you a message two days ago. Did you receive it?" she asked. She still remembered her message to him, telling him that she wanted to break up.
"I lost my phone. I have tried calling you but, you were not answering," Allan softly said, his hand moved to reach for her but, Daniella took a step back.
"Allan. I know this is really not a good time but, that message was a breakup message."
Allan was stunned, then he sighed and sat on the stairways.
"Why Daniella? Is it because I don't spend time with you? Or because of the women I have been with? You said you were fine with it since you don't want me to touch you," she could hear the pain in his voice.
She did tell him that he could have another woman to satisfy him in bed. The pain she's seeing on his face, it was the face of all the man she had dated after telling them that she wanted to break up.
She doesn't need to use her body to seduce them. She doesn't even need to kiss them, all she had to do is read their mind and tell them what they want to hear.
Like Allan, he's a spoiled brat. He stays in the bar until the sun rises, spend all the money he could and enjoy all the women he can.
But despite that, Allan was missing his father's love. So, she used his weakness and poisoned his mind.
She comforted him as if she understood his situation. That's the reason why he fell on her, why every man she dated fell on her.
And just like before, she needs to have a valid reason for breaking their hearts.
"I am sorry Allan but I realized that I love women. That must be the reason why I feel uncomfortable when you hold my hand," her eyes were looking straight at his eyes.
"That's fine Daniella. I love you and I am willing to wait until you realize what you truly want,"
Saying that Allan placed both of his hands on her shoulders and look into her eyes.
Deep inside, Daniella wanted to hit him. She could read his mind thinking about her and another woman in bed.
After taking a long breath, she spoke, "Allan. I have chlamydia,"
She could see the shock in Allan's eyes. His hands left her shoulders and stayed on his side.
"I am sorry to hear that Daniella. I hope you and your girlfriend will find happiness," saying that in a hurry, Allan walked out.