Page 82 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

Leave it to me to deliver the heavy news, huh?

I rubbed my chin and sighed, "Yeah, we do."

"Is our guest here?" An older woman asked as she entered the room. I say older, but she could have passed for a woman in her early thirties.

Were women in this household given some sort of access to a fountain of youth or something?

Her darker blue eyes met mine.

"Dr. Hunt? It's been ages!" She said as she hugged me and took a step back, "You look well! My daughter brought home quite the catch."

"Nice to see you too, Mariam,” I said with a sad smile.

“Hello,” said a younger girl with hair so blonde it seemed like it glowed.

"Is that Amber?" I raised a brow, "She's much bigger now."

"You look familiar," Amber said.

"Okay, does anyone mind filling Crystal and me in?" Ruby crossed her arms.

Crystal held my arm, worried about being left out.

"Well, Dr. Hunt here is the surgeon who tried his best to save your father's life," Hannah explained.

The three daughters turned their attention to me, and I looked at my feet in shame.

I remember it so well.

***

I had just started… but I was still recognized as a genius.

The youngest surgeon back then with a reputation of having never failed in saving a patient's life.

My hands were truly gifted. Once I touched my tools and readied my diagnosis, I was unstoppable.

People often joked about how the Grim Reaper would give up whenever a patient was handed over to me.

With time, just like anyone would, I grew cocky.

"You need to be level-headed in this field," Professor Maxwell advised, "No matter how skilled or talented you think you are as a practitioner, there’ll always be a case that can humble you.”

Professor Maxwell wasn't a practicing doctor thanks to an injury to his spine that had left him immobile and confined to a wheelchair.

Before his death, he taught me many things beyond the curricular walls medical school had set up.

He tried to teach me that there were cases that even I couldn't save.

But time and time again, I proved him wrong.

That is, until the case that changed everything.

I prepped myself when I heard that the case involved a man in an accident and a possible punctured heart.

I just thought how easy and cool it would be once I saved his life.

But as he was brought into the emergency room with the response team trying to keep him stable, I felt something…something I hadn't felt since I was a child…the impending sound of failure mixed with fear.

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