Sasha had only called out for Baylor when the nurse spotted her and immediately put the syringe into her
hand, relieved to be rid of a dreadful task.
This time, Sasha didnât decline. She moved right to the side of the hospital bed.
Compared to the day before, the young man looked paler and weaker.
As he lay with his eyes screwed shut, one would think he was dead if it werenât for the rising and falling
motion from his chest.
He has maintained a positive and calm outlook throughout the prolonged battle against his illness. Yet he
chose to end his life now.
An overwhelming guilt invaded Sasha, suffocating her.
âMr. White-â
âYou donât have to feel guilty, Dr. West. It has nothing to do with you. Iâm just exhausted with my life. Itâd
be good to be free of everything earlier,â Baylor cut her off and offered his words of comfort.
At that, Sasha was taken aback.
Only when she looked up did she realize that the young manâs closed eyes had already opened.
At that moment, he was gazing at her silently, as though nothing had happened.
Sasha said nothing for a long time.
The more nonchalant he was, the harder she gasped.
Guilt crushed her like a mountain.
âPlease donât do anything foolish again, Mr. White. If you really donât want your family to take care of you,
I can petition to be your personal physician.â
In the end, she gave in.
The moment the young man heard that, his eyes lit up at lightning speed.
Finally, she has agreed!
In the directorâs office, Grayson was exceedingly shocked upon hearing Sashaâs decision.
âYou want to be his personal physician? What about Mr. Hayes, then? Heâll be back from the base in two
months. You canât split yourself between the Whites and Oceanic Estate.â
âI wonât stay for long. I only agreed to calm Baylor down. As you know, patients with a terminal illness like
him develop depressing thought easily. Itâll just be until heâs emotionally stable.â
After hearing that, Grayson finally understood her intentions.
âIf thatâs the case, I wonât have to worry about it anymore. Even if he isnât emotionally stable by the time
you leave, I can still arrange for someone else to take over your job.â
âOkay. Thank you, Dr. Wallen.â
Sasha expressed her gratitude at his considerate arrangement.
Thus, she was appointed as Baylorâs personal physician by the hospital. On the third day after the manâs
suicide attempt, she left the hospital with him and went to his place.
âDonât worry. I wonât bring you home or allow my mother to pick on you again.â
He gave her a verbal tour as she wheeled him into the private residence.
Sasha merely flashed him a faint smile.
All this doesnât matter since Iâm not going to stay for long.
The second she stepped foot into the Chanaean-styled garden, everything from the carved beams to the
pavilion left her in awe. inside. The entire residence was so old-fashioned that she couldnât believe a
young man was living there.
âMy grandfather left me this place some years ago. He personally made many of the things here, so I
didnât want to destroy them,â he explained patiently in the wheelchair.
It was as though he discerned her astonishment.
Oh, so thatâs how things are.
Sasha then swept her gaze over the curtains she could see hanging everywhere. Nonetheless, she
didnât ask him anything but wheeled him into the house.
Since she was now Baylorâs personal physician, the young man wanted her to stay at his place at first.
However, Sasha declined.
âIâm sorry, Mr. White. Iâve got a child at home, so I canât stay here. Iâve got to take care of her.â
âYou can bring her here.â
Baylor didnât mind that in the slightest bit.
Yet, Sasha still declined.
She didnât like staying at a strangerâs house, especially if she had to bring her child with her. It made her
feel uneasy and extremely insecure.
Hence, she started commuting to his house every day. As she had to travel back and forth besides
taking care of a child, she hadnât the time to send Sebastian text messages.
Upon returning home, she often fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow after having fed and bathed
her child.
It took a week for her to get used to the routine. When she finally recalled the matter, she took out her
phone to contact Sebastian.
However, she realized that there were no new messages from him. He didnât contact her at all.
All at once, her mood plummeted.
Does he not miss me at all? Has it ever crossed his mind to initiate contact with me?
Such stark disappointment deluged her that her excitement to contact him vanished without a trace.