Without hesitation, I requested a pen and a piece of paper, my intentions clear. With the requested items in hand, I scribbled my mother's phone number onto the paper and handed it to them. "Have a talk with her. She will give you a lot," I asserted, my confidence unwavering.
Just as our conversation seemed to be taking an unexpected turn, a doctor materialized seemingly out of nowhere, his sudden appearance surprising both the ward boys and me. He approached with a stern expression, signaling the need for immediate action.
He introduced himself, addressing me directly. "Mr. Paul, I'm your doctor."
My smirk remained firmly in place as I glanced at the doctor, my intentions hidden behind a façade of confidence and mischief.
The game was afoot, and my next moves were poised to shake the foundations of Derek's plan.
