Marrying the Killer of my Girlfriend
PREDESTINATION

I really have no other choice.

I just felt saved when Becca offered me this job.

Be Josh Rainer's personal doctor for the next six months with the option extended if the pain gets worse.

Fortunately, the pay to become a personal doctor is quite fantastic with the whole scheme of wages will be paid in advance.

With a scheme like this, the cost I need to pay my mother Dio's bills has even been exceeded without adding to my savings.

I don't need to borrow Gery and Anna's money. I don't even have to trouble my parents anymore.

As a result, I had to resign from this hospital.

A life choice I would not have made if I had not been in this situation.

Yes, I had to serve as a personal doctor for 24 hours and 7 full days for Josh Rainer's recovery. There is no time to work as usual in the hospital

It's very disturbing me. But what other choice can I make?

This was the most plausible way to resolve the madness that Dio's parents had caused.

After this, I'll be free.

I will escape the shadow of the family's terror.

And most of all, I feel more responsible to Dio.

Dio, please support me with your prayers from Heaven there.

Six months is not a long time. After I had completed this task, I was determined to return to the hospital.

Or as I planned with Dio if we were to get married. I plan to continue my medical education. I will choose one of the branches of medicine that has been my favorite so far, a specialist study of brain nerves (neurologists) or mental health (psychiatrists).

Which is perfect for me to practice in Josh Rainer's case this time.

Josh Rainer's.

The new CEO of a burgeoning telecommunications company here. Who is also Gery's boss.

What's he like?

I don't know what the connection is between Josh Rainer and Becca. They seem to be close friends.

Becca can recommend me as Josh's personal doctor to her family as proof of their closeness.

However, in my relationship with Becca for the past 8 years, Becca has never mentioned Josh Rainer by name except today.

Becca also looked very upset earlier. I think, at first Becca was still sad because of Dio's departure.

However, after I thought, Becca was much more emotional when she mentioned Josh's name.

Is there something Becca hasn't told me all this time?

Tok.dok-a.tok.

My mind instantly faded when I heard the sound of my door being knocked. A middle-aged man entered my room.

The man who was both wearing a doctor suit like me.

Mr. Bernard.

Mentors and Heads of Hospitals are highly respected by our young doctors.

"Selena, you just sent me a resignation letter?" tanyanya could not believe it.

"Dock Boule."

"I'm sorry to ask you this, does it have anything to do with your future husband's accident?"

Dr. Bernard is a very caring and caring mentor to his students. He is a friend, brother and teacher who helped me through my first years as a doctor here three years ago.

"You could say it like that, Doc," I answered briefly.

"It's a shame, Selena. You have great potential to become a renowned doctor" he said.

It's a pity. My dream is to become a neurologist in this country. By quitting this hospital, it means that I wasted the opportunity to achieve my dream.

But six months is not a long time. I can still catch up with me hard later.

If you were here, you would also say the same right Dio?

"Thank you for your appreciation, Doctor Bernard. I hope to come back here after a better situation" I said seriously.

"This hospital is always open to those who have the same vision to heal others, let alone talented people like you" he said.

"Since this is your last day here, I'd like to ask you to help observe the patient who just came out of the operating table. Initial allegations of retrogade amnesia" he said. "It's your favorite case, isn't it?"

I smiled at Doctor Bernard who was very understanding of his men.

"Rubber, Doctor. I've always been interested in cases related to brain nerves and mental health."

I followed Doctor Bernard out of my room to the patient's ward.

This time, our patient is quite special. Doctor Bernard and I were on the executive floor, indicating the patient with suspected retrogade amnesia was a VVIP patient. Very Very Important Person. A very important person.

"Please observe again how things are today and report yes. The patient had just had surgery last night and only regained consciousness after three days in a coma" Dr Bernard told me. "I have to check on the other two patients in the other room first" he said.

"Okay, Doctor Bernard."

I was watching from outside the door of this VVIP patient. The room was very large, but no one visited it.

"Suster," called me through the intercom attached to the door. "Please bring me the patient history record of VVIP room 1" I asked.

While waiting for the nurse, I turned the doorknob and began to enter the patient's room.

Totally empty.

There is not even a bouquet of flowers, fruit or cakes that are often brought by the family for the recovery of patients in this room.

I walked towards the middle of the room and saw the patient sitting down and looking at me stiffly.

The patient was a man who looked the same age as me. But from her stature and facial expression, she looks much more mature and mature than me.

Although the bandage wrapped thick forehead, the firm jaw of the owner of this face still spread the aura of his haughty self.

But very handsome.

I can guess. He must be the son of one of the richest people in Indonesia who is not lucky to have an accident and have to lose his memory.

This arrogant look that looked down on me was almost the same as Mother Dio's eyes every time I saw her.

Of course, there is no such thing as rich and poor in the eyes of healers like us. Whatever the patient's background, we don't care because the only thing we care about is providing the best treatment for the patient's recovery.

I started to break the cold.

"Hello! How's sleep?"

This man is still sculpting, just silent with a straight eye view does not blink while looking at me.

I smiled at him. "I'm going to do an examination this morning" I said as I turned on the flashlight.

I checked his eyes. Then check his temperature and heart rate. Everything is well monitored.

What is not good is the expression of this patient. Staring straight at me. In. and did not answer at all what I said.

"May I know what your name is?"

Silent.

His gaze still flinching. Like trying to read my mind.

"I'm Selena. I'm a doctor here. And you?"

Still quiet.

Even his eyes were much sharper looking at me. His gaze was now even like watching me, glaring at me from top to bottom.

"You have amnesia. You know what that means?"

Still unmoved.

I then picked up the whistle and buzzed it near the patient's ear.

He fell when he heard it. That is, he could hear me talk but was reluctant to answer a single word.

It seems, the state of this patient is much more dire than I thought. Not only does he have retrogade amnesia, which makes his old memories of the moment before the accident disappear. The patient also experienced trauma that made him unwilling to respond to people around him.

At that time, the nurse came to bring medical records and patient history data. As I was trying to observe the observation made by Doctor Bernard last night, my eyes were fixed on the patient's name which was clearly stated in the report.

Oh, naw.

Josh Rainer's.

And this is the beginning of my meeting with Josh Rainer.

As well as the beginning of the tragic story that I will tell in this book.