
Aurelian Everhart
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I believe in stories that heal. I write about worlds where tenderness is allowed.
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Daddy Patterns - Son of my Enemy
Distraught and bewildered, landowner Reginald Whitmore watched his son Maximilian burning with fever and delirious in his hospital bed in Ironwood Village. He had arrived a few moments earlier with his wife, thinking it was some kind of prank when he received the phone call, but now he was facing his youngest son in a critical, truly dangerous condition, when just a few hours earlier he had been perfectly healthy. Maximilian had returned to the Whitmore mansion just five days ago, and everything pointed to him spending a peaceful and productive summer there, trying, among other things, to repair his relationship with his father as much as he could. Reginald was diligently trying to make Maximilian's stay at Whitmore Vale as pleasant and safe as possible, as he had a secret intention to ask him to settle there permanently. The nurses removed Reginald's companions from the room, leaving only him and his wife inside. At the same time, Reginald threatened the medical staff to take good care of his son. "This is not just about my son's health. Your life is also on this bed," he said to the head doctor. "We are doing our best, sir," he replied. Maximilian, in his frenzy, had clenched the bed sheet in his fist and, with his eyes closed, was muttering incomprehensible words.
By Aurelian Everhartabout 11 hours ago in Pride
