"Meet Donathan Ashford," she said calmly, "my second son."
Then, turning slightly, "Nathan—this is Dr Samantha Whitemore, also a registered nurse and physiotherapist, she is the CMO of Rada Hospital."
Donathan's jaw tightened. "I thought I was clear," he said coldly. "No more nurses or doctors, dear mother."
. "And this is maria she is almost in charge of everything here" said Mrs. Ashford with a smile ignoring Donathan
"It's nice to meet you, Dr Whittemore." Said maria with a smile she walked to her giving her hand
"The pleasure is all mine plus you call me Samantha, please" said Samantha returning the smile. "Let me bring something for Dr Whittemore" said maria "Samantha, and that won't be n.." said Samantha "no my dear guests here are taken care of especially a beautiful one and I sadly don't take no for an answer" said maria and left.
Samantha approached Donathan, who hadn't bothered to lift his head to acknowledge her. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Ashford. I look forward to working with you," she said, extending her hand. He gripped his fork tightly, his jaw clenched in anger, sharply raised his head to give her a dead back off stare only to be knocked off guard by what his eyes met, both were taken back and for a moment they got lost in each other
Samantha noticed that Donathan had strikingly captivating eyes, a rarity she had never encountered before, despite having seen many attractive men. His thick, sharp eyebrows, his lips. Every line of his face and every small expression had a natural, almost dangerous charm that kept her staring. Even his anger seemed to make him more attractive, turning him into a picture of wild beauty she couldn't look away from.
Donathan thought She had a captivating beauty that was truly unique and felt almost unearthly. Her charm was undeniable, with a gentle magnetism that was hard to ignore. Her eyes held a certain magic, and the way her gaze lingered quietly drew him in, making it impossible for him to look away. Her gaze seemed to cast a spell, making everything in him feel more vibrant and alive. He felt an unusual sensation in his chest that he disliked. His expression grew more intense with anger as he swallowed hard and looked away. "I don't need anyone," he replied coldly.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ashford," Samantha said, voice steady, unwavering. "But unfortunately. I am going… nowhere."
Donathan's eyes narrowed, cold and piercing. According to his memory, no one—especially no nurse—had ever dared speak to him like that, or look at him so directly. He hated it.
Samantha didn't flinch under his stare. She turned away, deliberately ignoring the heat of his gaze. And also to avoid getting lost in his eyes she heard to be professional and avoid locking eyes with him for long.
Downstairs, a good-looking man of medium height entered. Dressed in a nurse purple scrub that accentuated his fit physique, he carried a leather bag slung over his shoulder, and a stack of neatly arranged papers in the other hand. Esther was arranging some flowers when her eyes fell upon the most captivating man she had ever seen. She froze, breath catching. He was effortlessly captivating and he was walking towards her.
"Hello there," he greeted with a charming, flirty smile, causing her to blush instantly. "I'm Luka, here to assist Doctor Samantha. Do you mind showing me where she is?"
"I'm Esther," she said, still blushing. "No problem. Come this way."
Back in the room, Samantha was providing Mrs. Ashford Donathan with a new schedule and meal plans. "Since I'm in charge now, Mr. Ashford, things will be done my way, and many changes are coming". Samantha exhaled, steady and composed. "We will begin by establishing a schedule. Meals, rest, physiotherapy, sunlight—all will follow a structured plan."
Samantha moved toward the heavy curtains. "I was told that you have never opened these curtains for a long time but Mr. Ashford you have to understand that the darkness in this room is affecting your health. Sunlight is essential—it regulates sleep cycles, hormone production, and overall mood. These curtains will be opened, starting today."
"I don't need light, I will appreciate it if you stay away from them," Donathan said sharply, voice low and dangerous.
"You need light I am afraid This is not a request. It is necessary for your recovery."
As soon as she opened the curtains, Donathan's hand swept the dining table aside. Plates and utensils clattered across the floor. Both Surprising and shocking Samantha and Mrs. Ashford
Silence descended, thick and tense. The sunlight from the opened curtains spilled across the floor, over the scattered remains of the dining table from earlier then streamed across Donathan's chiseled features, highlighting every sharp angle of his jaw, the line of his nose, the intensity of his eyes, the dangerous glare that was landed on Samantha, dark and sharp, fury burning hotter than it had moments ago.
He failed to notice his mother's silent tears "Enough, Nathan," Mrs. Ashford's voice snapped, trembling with controlled fury and exhaustion. It was a sound Donathan rarely heard, a mother's voice tinged with desperation.
For a brief moment, something inside him twisted. Pain—sharp, uncomfortable—stirred behind his chest. He turned instinctively, hiding his face, unwilling to let her see the conflict flicker in his eyes. He was supposed to be in control,
"I am so tired, Nathan… Do you have any idea how hard I am trying for you?" she continued, her voice cracking slightly despite her composure. "Every single day, I long to see you back on your feet, reclaiming your life. I've brought in the best doctors, the best nurses. I've done everything imaginable… yet you continue to push everyone and everything away."
Donathan remained silent, jaw tight, knuckles whitening as he gripped the arms of his wheelchair.
"You've shut us all out," Mrs. Ashford continued, her voice rising, but with restraint. "It breaks my heart, Nathan. The pain is beyond words… seeing you live in anger, darkness, and despair. You need to let go of the past, the things that happened. I want my son back… and I won't stop until I have him. Samantha is not going anywhere, and you will listen to everything she has to say."
Her words hung in the air, a mixture of command and plea. Donathan's jaw flexed. His eyes darkened further,
Mrs. Ashford sank into a chair, exhausted, overwhelmed by the mixture of love, fear, and helplessness. "I'm so sorry for that. Please, please tell me you're not leaving," she pleaded, voice soft now, trembling with vulnerability.
Samantha moved closer, placing a careful hand on her back, the gesture firm yet gentle. "Of course not. I keep my promises; I won't leave." she reassured her.
Donathan's dark eyes flicked toward them briefly, it was all because of this new Doctor. He clenched his hand, a mix of anger and something else stirring inside him. He would do… something about her.
"I need some fresh air," Mrs. Ashford said finally, dabbing at her tears, rising slowly from her chair. "Please, take care," Samantha said, her hand brushing against Mrs. Ashford's shoulder briefly.
"If you need anything, don't hesitate to tell me." Said Mrs. Ashford
"don't worry I will handle it," Samantha replied, offering a small
As She stepped into the hallway, her attention was momentarily absorbed and. She did not notice Luka, who was hurrying to Donathan's room, balancing medical bags and paperwork in both hands.
The collision was sudden.
"Oh—"