Loved by the twin alphas (Alexia Miles and Michael)

Chapter 137

“Miles, I assure you that every decision we made was in Alexia’s best interest. We were working with the information we had at the time, and it was our genuine hope that we had found the antidote. However, as we delved deeper into her case, we realized the complexity of the situation.” Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Miles paced back and forth, his frustration and disappointment mounting. “What now, Doctor? What can be done to help her? We can’t just let her continue to suffer!”

Doctor Reynolds’s face reflected the fear he was feeling at that moment, his voice filled with a determination to make amends. “Miles, I understand your frustration, and I want you to know that we are actively searching for a solution. We’re collaborating with experts, exploring new avenues of research, and leaving no stone unturned to find a way to fully expel the poison from her system,”

As frustration and anger consumed Miles, he tightly gripped the collar of Doctor Reynolds‘ lab coat, his voice filled with intensity and his eyes were intently burning with rage.

“Doctor Reynolds, I can’t believe this,” Miles seethed, his grip on the collar firm but he controlled himself. “You told us she was on the path to recovery, that you had found the antidote. And now you reveal that she’s still suffering?

Doctor Reynolds, taken aback by the intensity of Miles‘ reaction, raised his hands in a gesture of defense, his voice tinged with regret but Miles told him to hold his tongue.

Feeling the surge of anger pulsing through his veins, Miles resisted the urge to resort to violence. He slowly released his grip on the doctor’s collar, taking a deep breath to steady himself. With clenched fists, he turned away from Doctor Reynolds, fighting to regain control over his emotions.

“I can’t believe this,” Miles muttered under his breath, his voice strained with the effort to contain his anger.

As Miles stormed back into the ward, his anger radiated from him with great force. His footsteps were heavy, his jaw clenched, and his eyes filled with frustration and disappointment. He sought out his brother, Michael, who was anxiously waiting by Alexia’s side.

Breathing heavily, Miles approached Michael, his voice laced with anger and bitterness. “Michael, we’ve been deceived,” he uttered through gritted teeth. “Doctor Reynolds just revealed that they haven’t found the antidote yet. The poison still remains in Alexia’s system.”

Michael’s face contorted with a mix of shock and anger. He gripped the edge of Alexia’s bed, his knuckles turning white as his emotions surged within him. “How could this happen?” he muttered, his voice filled with disbelief and frustration. “We put our trust in them, hoping for a breakthrough, and now they tell us they’re still searching for a solution?”

Miles nodded, his voice thick with emotion. “I share your anger, Michael. It feels like a betrayal of our trust. We were led to believe that there was progress, that Alexia was on the road to recovery. But it was all false hope.”

Miles paced back and forth, his mind consumed by thoughts of Alexia’s pain and their own helplessness. “We need to do something, Michael. We can’t just stand by and watch her suffer. If this hospital isn’t providing the care she needs, maybe we should consider switching hospitals. We owe it to Alexia to exhaust every avenue for her recovery. Let’s research and find a hospital renowned for their expertise in treating supernatural conditions. We can’t afford to turn a blind eye over this.”

Miles paused in his pacing, his frustration momentarily quelled by his brother’s response. He turned to face Michael. surprise evident in his eyes.

“But, Michael, how can we trust Doctor Reynolds after this? He misled us, gave us false hope.” Miles argued, his voice tinged

with frustration.

Michael’s expression softened, his voice filled with a mix of resolve and understanding. “I know it’s difficult to trust him right now, but we have to consider the bigger picture. Doctor Reynolds has been overseeing Alexia’s care from the beginning. He knows her condition better than anyone else. Switching hospitals means starting over with a new medical team who may not have the same understanding or familiarity with her case.”

Miles sighed, his anger subsiding as he took in his brother’s perspective. He realized the weight of Michael’s words and the

importance of continuity in Alexia’s care.

Michael nodded, great reassurance shining in his eyes. “Exactly. We’ll hold him accountable, ensuring that he communicates openly and honestly with us about Alexia’s progress. And if we feel that her care is being compromised in any way, then we’ll reassess our options,”

Miles listened to Michael’s reasoning and understood the need for continuity in Alexia’s care. Reluctantly, he nodded in agreement, but only because there wasn’t a better option just yet.

“Fine. Michael” Miles responded, his voice laced with an undertone of determination. “We’ll let her stay here, but I won’t let Doctor Reynolds off the hook. I’ll be keeping a close eye on him, ensuring that he doesn’t hide any more crucial information from us. He needs to understand that we expect complete transparency moving forward.”

Michael placed a hand on Miles’s shoulder, offering a supportive squeeze. “I know your concerns, Miles, and I share them. We’ll hold him accountable together, demanding the answers we need for Alexia’s sake.”

Miles nodded, the fire of determination burning brighter within him. “Exactly, Michael We won’t rest until we find the truth and secure the best care for Alexia. She deserves nothing less than complete devotion from these hospital attendants. I will make sure of that.”

After a moment of silence, Miles embraced his brother Michael and headed out of the hospital. His footsteps echoed loudly in the corridor as he made his way towards the exit. In his mind, a storm of emotions raged within him.

As he reached the entrance, a sense of overpowering frustration surged through him, causing him to lose control momentarily. In an impulsive burst of emotion, he lashed out, knocking over a nearby vase. The sound of shattering glass filled the air. Yes! It was intentional. That was what the hospital had gotten for keeping such sensitive information away from

him at first.

Without looking back, Miles hurried towards his car, his steps quick and determined. He flung open the door and slid into the driver’s seat, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. In the confines of the vehicle, he let out a raw scream, the culmination of his frustration and disappointment. “Argghhh!!!” He roared, slamming his arm against the steering wheel.

His anger reverberated through the car, the sound of his frustration echoing in the enclosed space. He struck the steering wheel with a forceful blow.

Miles sat in his car, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. Frustration coursed through his veins, fueled by the knowledge of the harm done to Alexia. In the depths of his mind, he swore a silent oath.

“Kayla, you will pay for what you’ve done, Miles muttered through gritted teeth, his voice laced with determination. “The pain you’ve inflicted upon Alexia will not go unpunished. I swear with everything in me.”

His frustration even further heightened when he replayed the weak state of Alexia’s condition in his head.