Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 49

Luca’s POV

“Do not panic. It is going to be successful.” The doctor said as he stood up and placed his white coat back on his shoulder before stretching his hand out to me once again.

“I am not panicking.” I said to him with a scowl before throwing a glare at his outstretched hand until he dropped it.

“Do whatever you can to ensure it ends up successful.” I said to him and he nodded his head as he moved away from me towards the far end of the room where a couple of files sat on a shelf. I watched as he counted the files slowly before pulling out a certain one and picking out a paper out of it and returning the file back to its proper place.

He got back to his seat and sat on it before writing out the form and filling it out until it got to the end of the form.

“Sign here, please.” He said as he pushed the form towards me and stretched out a pen to me. I accepted it and stared down at the form, my eyes quickint skimming over the wordings and slightly widening the moment I realized what the form was all about.

“Is this completely necessary?” I asked him, glancing up from the form to stare warily at him, feeling my chest pull tightly together for a slow second.

“Yes, it is. It has to be signed before we can be able to carry out a surgery like hers.”

“Fuck.” I swear quietly as I glanced down at the form once again and ran my eyes over the whole words on the form before coming to rest on the area where I was supposed to put in my signature.

The form was about the fact that I was a hundred percent aware that the surgery about to be performed on the patient is a really risky one and there’s a risk of it not coming out successful because of all the following risks, which the doctor had written down.

I stared at him for a few seconds more before finally lifting the pen and writing down my signature, hoping to God that the surgery wouldn’t end up going the wrong way.

I pushed the form and the pen back towards the doctor and he accepted it midway, staring it at and ensuring I had written in my signature down there before finally lifting his head up and saying.

“Thank you.”

I pushed out of the seat I was in and the doctor did as well, shuffling the papers which we had worked on, into an empty file and stamping it with a stamp before placing it on the small pile of files on one part of his table.

“Would you wait around until the surgery gets complete?” He asked and I nodded my head once as I turned around and started to make my way out of the his office.

“We’ll be back with good results.” The doctor said to me as we both stood outside the hospital room where Aria was currently being dressed up in preparation for the surgery.

After a little while, I watched as she got wheeled out of the hospital room on a bed, an oxygen mask over her nose and mouth. Her face looked ashy white, way whiter than her normal complexion.

I leaned over the bed and studied her quietly, sending a quiet word of prayer towards God before stepping away from the bed and watched as she got wheeled into another corner in the hallway, completely out of my sight.

I walked towards the seats in the hallway which was obviously for people to wait in. With a small sigh escaping my lips, I sank into one of the chairs and leaned my head into my palms as I placed my elbows on my knees, supporting my head up.

I was stressed.

Completely, thoroughly and totally stressed out.

I was stressed the fuck out.

The whole rest I had indulged in, in which I had woken up really late today — had all gone up in flames as the day slowly went by.

Now, my shoulders were fully stiff and my head was pounding hard against my forehead that I could feel the pulse against my forehead beating really fast, way faster than normal.

I also almost felt dizzy, due to the fact that I still haven’t eaten a thing throughout the whole of today. A quick glance at the screen of my phone showed that the time was some minutes after six p.m in the evening.

Not wanting to think about the fact that Aria was currently undergoing a very risky surgery, I picked up my phone and started to look through my contacts, knowing that at this point, someone directly from her family was supposed to be aware of her current situation.

Not wanting to speak to her father because the very tense air still floating around us which was probably due to his hatred for my father — like I had a thing to do with all what it was that had gone down between them in the past, I decided to speak to her elder brother — a cousin of mine whom I was extremely distant from as well.

I was distant from all of them, including Aria. But Aria and I had a past when she was little, which was why she had been able to reach out to me after I had lost my father, and why we had been able to regain our friendship.

The rest of her siblings and I were very distant from each other and I had a deep feeling that they hated me the way their father did for me, it wasn’t like I cared about who hated me and who didn’t. That was completely their problem.

And I’d never have been the first to reach out to them, if it wasn’t for the current situation their baby sister was in.

I dialed the number of her eldest and first brother, Williams, a man who was almost the same age as I was, only that he was a few months older than I was.

He picked up on the second ring and a voice that sounded completely familiar drifted into my ear a second later.