Heather felt her heart beat fast at the close contact as she felt his hard chest press against her soft body. The closeness, making her feel strange things in her body.
"No… I…" Heather said, feeling her words get stuck in her throat as she felt unfamiliar emotions travel throughout her body.
Damon claimed her lips in his, making her feel lost in the softness yet firm feel of his lips. She unconsciously moaned, returning the kiss with a similar hunger that she didn't know she had in her. What was this man doing to her? He made her feel things she had never felt in her life.
Damon felt his mind snap as he felt her lips move crazily against his, making him feel his member twitch painfully in desire. He could have sworn he would take her on the spot, not caring whether it were her plan or not.
He pulled her away harshly, throwing her on the coach, making her flinch at the impact. Heather opened her eyes in shock as she saw the anger boiling in his eyes.
"Listen here, Natalia, if this is your family's plan, then I'm sorry it won't work out! I can never be interested in a plain woman like you! You should feel ashamed of yourself for giving yourself away easily!" Damon shunned her, his words cutting through Heather's heart like a knife.
Her face fell low in embarrassment and shame, not even Richard had gone that far with his words. And somehow she felt he was right, she willingly responded to his kiss just then.
Damon looked at the woman before him, who lowered her head, looking broken beyond repair. Making his heart almost sting in regret. But what if this was just another plan she was playing at?
"I believe Mrs. Matthias showed you to your room, you better use it and don't disturb my life. You hear me! Stay out of my way!" Damon said, literally shouting at her. It felt like he was trying hard to tell himself that more than her.
Meanwhile at the hospital, Donald held on to his weeping wife. There had been hours of series of tests on his daughter, but the doctor hadn't come to any conclusion.
He looked at Natalia who lay on the bed, her breathing even as she looked so peaceful through the glass window. Matilda sobbed silently praying that nothing bad was going to happen to her daughter.
"Are you Mr. & Mrs. Williams?" A nurse asked, pulling them out of their thoughts as Matilda nodded in panic.
"What's wrong with my daughter?" Matilda asked, holding the nurse's hand, her eyes filled with concern.
"Ma'am, the doctor wishes to talk to the both of you, this way please," she explained, leading the way as the silent halls of the hospital echoed their movements.
As they say opposite to the doctor, Matilda couldn't help but cross her fingers in anticipation. As she looked at the doctor, she was relieved he was not the same doctor who spoke to her about Natalia's condition when she was born.
"Doctor, how's my daughter," Donald asked, trying to suppress the panic in his voice.
"Mr. Williams, your daughter is not doing well, we have managed to stabilize her, but we'll have to wait for a senior doctor who will give us the way forward," the doctor explained calmly, but shocked faces received his report.
"What do you mean by she's not doing well? And a senior doctor? Aren't you doctors?" Donald snapped, waking up from his seating angrily. How could his daughter be seriously sick? Was this karma for allowing Heather to suffer under his watch?
Matilda, on the other hand, tried to hide the guilt that covered his face, if only she had listened to the doctor years ago…
The room was filled with tension as the doctor sat not uttering a word as he allowed them to vent. Their daughter's case was special and could cost her her life.
Just then, the door opened, ushering in a tall man in a white lab coat, making everyone in the room slightly jump in shock. Matilda turned her head cursing inwardly as she locked eyes with the doctor.
"Welcome Doctor John, sorry to call you on such short notice," the doctor greeted passing him his seat.
"It's not a problem, Dr. Victor, I was in town and when I heard about the case I had to come rushing in," Dr. John said, looking at Matilda as he threw her a knowing look.
"I'm glad I did, seeing that we meet again, Mrs. Williams," he said, making Donald turn his head swiftly between the both of them in confusion.
"How do you know my wife, doctor?" Donald asked, his eyebrows knitted in confusion.
"Well, she had a child with a special condition but as I remember correctly, I gave you medication and told you to follow up on her treatments even if she seemed okay? Is the patient the girl?" Dr. John explained, surprised at how the disease appeared to have recurred that fast.
"What's happening here?" Donald asked his wife who seemed dumbfounded next to him.
Guilt washed over her face as she lowered her eyelids avoiding eye contact.
Donald shook his wife, turning her face to him. There had to be an explanation as to why he didn't know his daughter had been sick all these years.
"Matilda, you better start talking, doctor, what's my daughter's condition?" Donald asked as he saw his wife seemed to have lost her ability to talk.
Doctor John looked between the couple, feeling like he had been caught in between family drama. He looked at Mr. Williams who by the look on his face, showed he was getting angry by the second.
"Well, sorry about me being the one to break this to you, but it seems it's necessary as your daughter's life is on the line, Mrs. Williams with your permission…" Doctor John started looking at them as he explained the whole situation.
As the doctor talked, all Donald could feel was anger, how could that happen to his daughter? He looked at his wife before him, who had turned into a sobbing mess, making him feel guilty for not being able to share the burden with her. How could he blame her? All she had done was try to give their daughter a normal life.
Doctor John examined Natalia, as he went through her test results. He shook his head at the urgency of the matter.
"Well, Mr. & Mrs. Williams, your daughter's health is not good, I will be completely honest with you, she may have to undergo an operation," Doctor John explained as Matilda felt her legs almost give out at his statement.
Donald shook his head, "there must be another way to save her, Doctor, please give us another way out?"
"Well, we could try to stabilize her with medication for a month, but the surgery is inevitable," the doctor explained the tone of finality in his voice.
Donald held on to his weeping wife as they saw Natalia stir in her sleep. It seemed like she was waking up as her eyes seemed to be struggling to open.
Natalia thought she heard a strange mom's voice saying something about surgery. Who was sick? Who needed surgery?
She struggled to open her eyes, feeling her head appear heavier than usual. It was like someone had knocked her out or something. Her mind registered what had happened at the mansion.
"Ooh baby, you're awake, everything will be alright," Natalia cringed her brows weakly at her mother's comment.
Were they talking about her earlier? And if so, how could she be sick? If anyone deserved to be sick, it was that bitch, Heather! Her mind almost exploded from the anger at the thought that she was the unfortunate one.