Meanwhile in the hospital.

Ian had come to the hospital to see Norman Litner. He was still unable to accept him as his father. Even just thinking about it made him feel disgusted. Yet, he had no idea why had got the thought of visiting him. He wanted to make sure he was alright.

Ian opened the door to the ward and stepped in slowly. There was nobody inside and Norman was still sleeping. The man had been unconscious since the day the operation had taken place. Since he was old, it would take some time for his body to accept the new cells and recuperate.

Norman looked weaker than what Ian had seen before. His face had become haggard and wrinkled. He looked older than his age and his bald head made him look completely different. Nevertheless, Ian could not match it with the man's face he remembered as his biological father.

Ian stayed in his ward for a long time, just staring at the sleeping man. It was not until the door opened and the nurse walked in for her hourly check-up did he come out of his stupor.

"Dr. Davis." She acknowledged.

"Nurse, how is the patient's health?"

"Doctor, he is recuperating well. Since he is weak, it might take him a few days to wake up."

"I understand."

Ian took one last glance at Norman before he left the ward. He then went in search of the doctor who had performed the bone marrow transplant. However, on his way, he met Violet and John.

"Uncle Ian." Violet ran to him immediately and Ian squatted to meet her eye. He had to be careful as he had just recovered. So, he couldn't lift her in his arms yet.

"Hey, sweetheart. How are you?"

"I am good. Why didn't you come to meet me for the past few days? I came here every day. " She complained with a pout.

"Sorry, dear. I was not in town. So, I couldn't meet you." Ian lied conveniently as he took a glance at John who was watching them silently with a smile on his face.

"Oh okay. Uncle Ian, did you hear? My grandpa is going to get well soon."

"Is it? That's great."

"Yes, Doctor. Thank God, we were able to find a suitable donor for him. Otherwise, we don't know how long he would be alive. I want to meet the doctor who performed the operation. I need to know the person who donated his marrow. I have to thank him for saving Mr. Litner."

Ian's eyes widened. He had completely forgotten about this matter. He did not want anybody to know him being the donor yet. So, he had to request the doctor to keep it a secret.

"If you will excuse me. I have some work to do." He kissed Violet forehead. "I'll see you later, dear." Ian had no problems in accepting Violet as his niece. She was sweet and adorable and she was not even born when he had got separated from his family. So, he accepted her as family and treated her dearly.

John and Violet went inside the ward while Ian went to meet the doctor.

"Excuse me, Doctor."

"Yes, Dr. Davis?" The lady doctor smiled at him and gestured for him to take a seat. She was in her cabin when he had come to visit her.

"I have come to talk about Norman Litner's case."

"Yes yes. He is doing well actually. You don't have to worry. Dr. Davis."

"I have come here to talk about something else," Ian answered mysteriously making the lady doctor raise her eyebrows in confusion.

"If anybody from his family asks about the bone marrow donor, please can you keep it confidential. I don't want to reveal it to them."

"Sure Dr. Davis. No problem." She knew a lot of people preferred to keep the donor identities a secret. This was not something unusual.

"Thank you, doctor." Ian thanked her sincerely and left the ward. His mind wandered to Norman. He was happy that he did not have to face the next few weeks or even months. He was being a coward, he knew it in his heart. But he couldn't help it. Out of nowhere, his father had made his presence and created a storm in his life. So, he was yet to come in terms with it.

Though Ian did not have any work that day, except he had to attend the briefing in the evening, he thought of working for some time to keep his head off other disturbing things. He went to the reception to check the patients' register.

Seeing him arrive, the receptionist sighed in relief. He came as a savior to her. Since the day the boy had died, nobody had to come forward as his family. They had waited for a few days and then had made a police complaint. However, they too had ignored it and the poor boy was still lying the morgue.

"Dr. Davis, thank heavens you are here." She greeted him heartily.

Ian was taken aback. This was the first time she had greeted him this enthusiastically. "Hello. Wow, did you miss me so much that you are happy to see me come back?"

"Yes, Dr. Davis. Welcome back."

"Thank you."

Ian took the register. But he could still feel the receptionist eyes on him. "Do you have something to tell me?"

"Yes, Dr. Davis. We have a problem." Ian gave a knowing smile. "Doctor, there is this boy who died a few days ago." The receptions recited everything she wanted to tell and Ian's facial expressions changed drastically. He hated it if people did not do their work correctly, be it his own employees or somebody else.

"When did you register the complaint?"

"Yesterday morning."

"Have they not taken any actions till now?"

The receptionist shook her head. Ian pondered for a minute before speaking, "I'll handle this matter. Leave this to me."

The receptionist smiled at him gratefully. She knew Dr. Davis would help her. Though she did not know how, he always got things done and the problems would be solved quickly. So, continued to do her work while went to the side to make a call.