I’m over him
1536 Words
FIVE YEARS LATER
Catherine’s POV
"Okay, so his blood pressure is now stable," I said, gazing at the waves on the heart monitor. "You did great, guys."
"It's all thanks to you, doctor Williams," One of the nurses said, as she handed me a pair of tongs.
Currently, I was in the midst of a major brain surgery.
The patient had almost lost his life in a car crash some hours ago due to his reckless driving.
Thankfully, the surgery was a success but I would make sure to give him a strict warning when he woke up.
"I will leave the rest to you guys, then," I said, placing the forceps on the instrument table.
Afterward, I headed out of the theater where the mother of the patient was waiting and dumped my surgery outfit into the trash can.
I was now clad in just a pair of teal scrubs.
The poor woman looked exhausted and her eyes were as red as cherry, probably because she had been crying ever since her son was rushed in here.
"Doctor Williams!" She shot up from her seat and sprinted up to me. "How is he? Will he be okay? Will he live? Did he survive the surgery? Will he lose his locomotion?"
Her eyes were moist with unshed tears as she tightly clasped my hands.
I gave her a gentle smile. "He is doing well and he will be okay as long as nothing goes south. And no, there's no indication that he will lose his locomotion. Be rest assured that he will perfectly heal, ma'am."
"Oh, really?" She shrieked, as her shoulders heaved in relief.
"Yes, ma'am,"
"Thank you so much, Doctor Williams. You are truly one in a million," She confessed. "Your parents must be so proud of you."
Darting her another smile that didn't reach my face, I gave her a gentle shoulder pat and made my way to the locker room.
Then, I peeled off my scrubs, took a warm shower, and donned my extra pair of scrubs and a white coat before slipping into my white scrubs that were adorned with various scribbles, which was courtesy of my sons.
Nine months after I was reunited with my mom, I gave birth to a set of twin boys who I fell in love with at first sight.
And from that moment, they become the center of my universe.
A week before my babies clocked three months, my mother died from a seizure and was buried the next day just like she has written in her will.
After her death, I inherited the whole of her wealth.
She had settled Mr Thomas prior by willing her art gallery and restaurant to him while I got her estates, business firms and wealth.
However, I couldn't bring myself to live in her mansion after she died.
Not that it was eerie or anything, it just felt empty and cold like it had been on the day I first got there.
Hence, I had renovated it and rented it out to a middle-aged greek couple who had taken a quick liking to me.
I had done the same with the rest of her estates; I rented them out.
With the help of Mr Thomas, I managed her business firm and the huge amount of money in her accounts by investing in other companies.
Mum had left billions of wealth for both me and her grandchildren and I couldn't be more thankful.
On the day the twins clocked six months, I returned to medical school and graduated summa c*m laude with a medical degree in neurology, the first female to do that in almost fifty years.
If only my mum was alive to see me become a doctor.
Now, I was one of the most sought after neurosurgeons in the whole of Canada.
I couldn't be prouder of myself for not giving up even in the face of challenges.
"Good morning, Nurse Collins," I greeted the young petite nurse as I strolled into the pediatric ward.
"Good morning, Doctor Williams," She raised her head from the notepad in her hold to dart me a smile. "Are you done with the surgery?"
"Yes,"
"Wow, as usual you never fail to amaze me. You are wonderful, Doctor," She shook her head in awe.
"Thanks, Nurse," I smiled at her before looking through the file on the bedside table of my patient; a seven year old girl who had tripped and fractured her skull.
Currently, she was sleeping peacefully with a bandage wrapped around his head.
I covered her properly with the blanket and gently stroked her hair before scribbling on her file and placing it back on the table.
"Alright, Nurse Collins. I will see you soon," I waved, as I strolled out of the ward.
She nodded. "Very well then, ma'am. Have a nice afternoon."
As I strolled into my office, I was surprised to see my boss, the director of the hospital, Dr Coleman, sitting on a couch in the middle of the room.
"You're here," He waved at me with a smile. "Come and sit down. We need to talk."
For some unknown reasons, both his presence and statement made me feel somewhat uneasy.
"Uh, sure, sir," I said, and sat down on the sofa beside him. "Would you like some tea?"
"No, thank you." He said, and I nodded.
"You know how we're establishing a branch of our hospital in America," Dr Coleman started.
"Yes, sir." I responded, confused about where the conversation was headed.
"Good. You also remember how Dr Anderson was supposed to be the neurosurgeon over there, right?"
Okay, I was starting to deduce what he wanted to say.
"Yes, sir."
"Apparently, she can't go there anymore because her husband is relocating to France and both her and their kids are going with him. I know you said you don't want to ever go back to America in the past, but I j-"
"I will do it, sir," I interrupted him with a smile. "Like you said, it's in the past. And I'm more mature now and can face anything."
"Alright, that's settled then. You will be leaving in two days," He said. "Thanks a lot, dear."
"You're welcome, sir."
Afterward, he left.
Later that day as I drove home, I wondered if I had made the right decision by agreeing to go back to America.
As much as I didn't want to admit it, the thought of ever running into Alessandro greatly unnerved me.
That was the main reason I had decided to stay in Canada to build my career and raise my children.
I hated the fact that he still managed to infuriate me whenever I thought of him.
My experience with Alessandro was the sole reason why I had resolved to remain single forever.
I just couldn't bring myself to deal with men and their evil, two-faced personalities.
But then again, America was large, so the chances of me ever running into Alessandro was low.
Soon, I got home and headed into the elevator to my block.
Yes, I had decided to live in a condo instead of one of the estates mum had bequeathed me, in order to raise my kids in a humble way.
I didn't want them to grow up and become scumbags like their father.
Correction, their sperm donor.
Then, I stopped in front of the third room on the right wing of my block and knocked thrice.
A few minutes later, my neighbor, Miss Helen, a middle-aged woman opened the door, with a smile adorning her face.
She was the first person I warmed up to when I first moved to the condo, and had babysat my children for the past five years, without asking for a dime.
Whenever I offered her some money, she would refuse it, so I really had no way to repay her.
Her own children were all grown up and living across the continent.
"Hello, dear. How was work?" She asked, as I walked into the apartment.
"Work was alright," I sighed, plopping onto a couch. "Are the babies sleeping?"
Usually, they would come running out, the moment they heard my voice.
"Boo!" I heard my sons yell from behind me, and I shook my head as they came in front of me.
"Mummy, we scared you," Leo, the older twin giggled, and his twin followed suit.
"Yes, baby. You did," I said, ruffling his hair. "How was school today?"
"Good. We drawed and singed and Miss Helen cooked chocolate cake for us." The younger twin, Liam, chattered excitedly.
"It's drew and sang, baby. Also, she baked the cake, not cooked." I corrected, and he pouted.
"I said the same thing."
"Of course, you did." I ruffled his hair. "Did you thank her?"
"Yes, mummy. We did!" They said enthusiastically.
"Great," I nodded.
While Liam looked exactly like a miniature version of Alessandro, Leo resembled him and I.
He had his grey eyes and black hair while he had my nose, eyebrows, and smile.
I rested at Miss Helen's place for some time while the twins drew and played, before we finally headed to our condo late in the evening.
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