My period had just started."Wait up!" I called after Lena, jogging to catch up. "You totally jinxed me—now my period's here. Can I borrow some of your stuff?"Lena didn't miss a beat, pulling the key to the break room out of her pocket and handing it to me. "Help yourself."We got into the elevator, heading to her department, but before we even arrived, shouting echoed down the hall."You shameless bitch! You married my son, and now you're running around with another man. You killed my son! And now you're pregnant with some bastard child and have the audacity to claim it's ours? You think we're stupid? You just want Desmond's compensation money!"...Lena rushed ahead, but I froze in place for a second. That voice... Why did it sound so familiar?I really needed to grab some pads and get to the restroom, but my curiosity got the best of me, and I found myself drawn toward the noise instead."This baby is Desmond's. Once it's born, we can do a paternity test and prove it," I he
If Mrs. Blake actually rammed into Tanya like that, the baby would be gone for sure.Even though she refused to believe it, Jace had already made it clear the baby wasn't his—it was Desmond's. If something happened to that baby, their family line would end for good.My heart skipped a beat, and before I even realized it, I was sprinting forward.Lena, who was closest to Mrs. Blake, moved fast too, grabbing hold of her just in time. "Mrs. Blake, you cannot do this."Tanya, who'd been silent until now, suddenly snapped. "Let her hit me! This is her own grandchild. If she kills it, her family line's gone for good.""You still claim that child's ours?" Mrs. Blake was wild with rage, her eyes blazing. "I'll beat it out of you right now and prove if it's really my grandchild.""Fine! Let's settle it right here!" Tanya shot back, just as furious.I didn't want to jump into this mess, but the baby was innocent—and it was Desmond's last link to this world.I took a deep breath and storm
Seeing Tanya refuse to accept reality, I couldn't help but sneer. "You don't believe me? Fine. How about this—I've known Jace for over ten years. We practically grew up together. I probably even know his bathroom schedule."I borrowed a line Steve used to tease me and Jace.Tanya's face paled, her body swaying like she might lose her balance. She shook her head, like if she just denied it enough, it wouldn't be true. "No, that's not possible. It's not like that.""Don't believe me? Go ahead, try it for yourself," I said, my voice cold and cutting.She didn't respond. She just stood there, staring at me, frozen in place. Then, without another word, she turned and stumbled away, her steps shaky as she walked off.I watched her retreat, but something about her erratic behavior stayed with me. After a few seconds of hesitation, I pulled out my phone and dialed Jace.I almost forgot he'd been dodging everyone's calls, going MIA."Rea," Jace's voice came through the line.He actually
I couldn't believe it—I was actually having a nosebleed. Seriously, who does that?I'd only seen it happen in movies or cartoons, always thinking it was some over-the-top gag. Never thought it'd be me standing there, blood running down my face like a total weirdo."Kiki, you're bleeding!" Hayden's eyes went wide as he reached for my face.But nope, I beat him to it. Pinched my nose, head back. "I'm fine, just... overheated." I tried to sound cool, but I could feel my cheeks burning. So much for that."Not enough water?" he asked, his voice full of concern."Yeah... sure." Dehydration sounded way better than admitting the real reason.He fished some tissues out of his pocket and handed them over. "You've been running around too much. I should've noticed you weren't drinking enough water."Ugh, there he goes again—blaming himself.To be fair, maybe he should have noticed. Not that dehydration caused this whole thing, but still... it was definitely his fault.Once the bleeding st
"This is good," I said, feeling grateful toward Nate—I hadn't expected him to be so all-in.Considering his status as a professor, just having him personally perform the surgery was a huge deal. But now, he was also fully focused on finding the right heart donor.I knew this extra effort had everything to do with Lena."Any word on when the new donor heart will arrive?" I asked again.Hayden dropped his gaze. "Still no idea."I glanced down the cold, sterile hospital corridor. "So, what's Prof. Neumann suggesting? Should we stick around or go home and rest?""Let's head back for now," Hayden said, his voice soft. "Yuna's barely left home because of her health. She's never even been to Seavora. I was thinking I'd take her out, let her see the city for a bit."That made sense. Yuna hadn't experienced much beyond her little world. She hadn't even tried coffee or milk tea before. Everything she knew about the outside came from books, but she'd never actually lived it."Yeah, I thin
I eventually found myself in front of Matthew's hospital room. Standing outside were two men in black suits, one of whom looked familiar.It hit me—he was one of Thorsten's bodyguards.Thorsten wasn't even trying to keep a low profile. It's like he didn't care if people thought he was straight-up mafia or something.Since he was already there, I wasn't about to just waltz in. But going back to Yuna's room wasn't happening either, so I wandered over to the hospital's little garden.I barely sat down on a bench when this tiny voice piped up, "Miss, will you play ball with me?"I looked down to see a little girl, maybe three or four, staring at me with these big, puppy-dog eyes. Ugh. I wasn't really in the mood, but how was I supposed to say no?"Sure," I said, figuring it'd be five minutes, tops. But once we started, I got all these flashbacks of playing ball with my parents when I was a kid."Miss, you're kinda clumsy."Oops, you missed again."Miss..."I was not only stuck pl
I knew I had to say something, but the words that came out were more offhand than thoughtful. "I might not be one now, but who knows about the future?"Thorsten burst out laughing, and Milly, still nestled in his arms, giggled along with him."Daddy, this lady is nice. She played with me," Milly chimed in.This kid definitely thought I was a rockstar.Her mom, though? Yeah, not so much. Sasha's face darkened, and she gave me this look like she was already convinced I was Thorsten's latest fling or something."Well then, from now on, you can always come find this lady to play," Thorsten said, like I'd somehow become a regular in their lives.I opened my mouth, unsure what to say. Arguing in front of Milly didn't feel right, so I just brushed it off like he was humoring her.Then Thorsten walked up to me, still holding Milly. "Got time to play with my daughter? You can name your price."Wait—was he seriously asking me to babysit? Did he think everyone had as much free time as he
Matthew didn't respond at first, and a sudden chill ran down my spine. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed his arm."Matthew... Matthew..."He finally took a heavy, ragged breath, then slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was distant, unfocused. "Rea... I almost didn't wake up just now."My heart raced. "I'm getting the doctor."But before I could move, Matthew, weak but determined, caught my hand. "No need to panic. I'm fine. This isn't the first time—it's just sleep paralysis."Sleep paralysis? I'd heard of it before, usually in a casual, "freaky dream" kind of way. But in his condition—severe cancer—this felt far from ordinary. My gut told me it was a sign something deeper was going wrong.I wasn't a doctor, but I wasn't clueless either. And with Lena, my best friend, being a nurse, I'd picked up more than just the basics."Matthew, let's get the doctor to check on you anyway. I won't feel right unless we do," I insisted, my voice firm. I wasn't taking any chances.A doc
Just as Lena was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard Aaron say— “No need. I’ll do it later.” Lena: … What the hell do you mean, later? Just let her take the damn laundry so I can leave! “Aaron, can I take a look at this plant?” Xandra asked casually, but before waiting for a response, she was already walking toward the curtain—toward her. The plant was right next to where Lena was hiding. With the bright reflection of the snow outside, if Xandra so much as turned her head slightly, she’d definitely spot her. I knew I shouldn’t have hidden here! But where else could she have gone? Aaron was a minimalist—his entire home was pristine, with no unnecessary clutter. Everything was neatly tucked away in cabinets, leaving nowhere to hide. The truth was, she shouldn’t even be here. Lena held her breath, silently praying that Xandra would just glance at the plant and move on. But of course, the more she wished something wouldn’t happen, the more likely it did.
Sh*t! He had already left—why was he coming back?! Lena’s first instinct was to hide. Running back to the bedroom wasn’t realistic—Aaron would probably enter before she even made it. In the end, she chose the nearest possible hiding spot—the floor-length curtains. Lena’s fingers dug into the wall behind her. Her chest felt tight. Stifling. Maybe people really were pathetic—never realizing what they had until it was gone. She used to despise people like that. Now, she had become the very thing she hated most. "If you don’t like it, you can redecorate however you want before you move in," Aaron said casually. Lena’s eyes went wide. Move in? They’re moving in together?! It had only been a few days! Their progress was moving way too fast! An icy weight settled over her heart, as if a chunk of snow had been stuffed inside her chest, freezing her from the inside out. “Not at all, I quite like it,” Xandra’s voice was soft, carrying a shy undertone. Lena cle
Did he look like an Ace family member now? She called him Uncle Aaron—even if he didn’t like her, he still shouldn’t just abandon her like this. The two of them stood there in a silent standoff. After a few seconds, it was Aaron who gave in. Her small face was already red from the cold. If she stayed out any longer, she’d freeze. Without another word, he picked her up again, stepping through the wind and snow to place her into the car. This time, he set her in the back seat. She had always sat in the passenger seat before. Now, she wasn’t even worthy of that anymore? Maybe it was the lingering effects of the alcohol, or maybe she was just feeling too hurt, but Lena curled into herself, burying her face against her knees. Aaron saw everything. He even knew exactly what she was thinking. His heart clenched with pain, but he had to be ruthless. Only by forcing her into a corner would she find the courage to move forward—truly move forward. By the time they arrived
Snowflakes fell in thick clusters, drifting down from the sky in a quiet dance. Aaron gently lowered Lena to the ground, but his hands remained on her waist, steadying her. His gaze locked onto her flushed face, red from both laughter and the cold. “Then… do you want to be with me?” Lena tilted her head up to look at him. Her neck was starting to ache, and the snow landing on her skin was cool to the touch. Had Aaron worn height insoles today? Why did he seem taller than usual? “I do,” she answered honestly. “But I don’t dare to.” His heart gave a sharp thud. Finally—finally—she had given him a response, even if it was just a sliver of acknowledgment. She was afraid. And he knew exactly what she was afraid of. His dark eyes deepened, reflecting the night’s shadows. “Whatever you fear, I’ll take care of it. You just need to be brave enough to move forward.” Lena’s eyes were filled with him—with this man whose face, in her eyes, was the most beautiful in the world.
Impossible. She felt uncomfortable, sure, but not to the point of crying. Just then, she overheard someone passing by. “It’s snowing.” Lena’s eyes snapped up to the sky. Snowflakes were drifting down, one by one, twinkling under the streetlights. “It’s snowing, Uncle Aaron! It’s snowing!” The excitement of the first snowfall instantly washed away the dull ache in her chest. Aaron hummed in acknowledgment. “It is.” “This is the first snow,” Lena said as she grabbed onto his arm, shaking it lightly. “Uncle Aaron, don’t you remember? First snow wishes always come true.” Drunk and giddy, Lena had completely reverted to her eighteen-year-old self. “Then make one,” Aaron said, indulging her. Lena rocked his arm again. “Let’s wish together! Let’s wish… um…” What should she wish for? For a moment, she blanked. Then, suddenly, she blurted out, “I wish you won’t be able to marry Xandra.” “…what?” Aaron’s sharp gaze locked onto hers. Meeting his eyes, Lena declar
He was already delivering himself to her doorstep—how could she not succeed? But Aaron knew he couldn’t give her such an easy answer. She only dared to say such bold words now because she was drunk. Once she sobered up tomorrow, she would turn into an ostrich again, burying her head in the sand. For her to say something like this, it meant her heart had already wavered. She was just holding back, still hesitant, still unwilling to take that final step forward. “You’ve had too much to drink. I’m your Uncle Aaron,” Aaron said, deliberately keeping his expression stern. Lena chuckled. “Oh, now you remember you’re my Uncle Aaron? But when you confessed to me, why didn’t you remember it then?” She was bringing up old accounts now. He couldn’t tell if she was truly drunk or deliberately testing him. But regardless, he couldn’t let her win so easily. If he did, she would just run away again the moment she faced any difficulty. “I realized my mistake, so I corrected it in time,”
“Uncle Aaron,” she called him softly. Aaron heard her, but he didn’t respond. Lena frowned. Since when did his ears stop working? She reached up, her fingers landing on his earlobe, giving it a playful squeeze. “Aaron, do you even have ears? I’m talking to you.” Aaron froze. Damn it. His earlobes were his weakness. “Let go,” he commanded coldly. “Then why are you ignoring me? Do you have a hearing problem?” she grumbled, squeezing his earlobe again. It was round, thick, and felt like a little piece of soft meat—strangely fun to play with. Aaron clenched his jaw. He tried tilting his head away to escape her grasp, but that only made her more mischievous. The more he tried to shake her off, the more stubbornly she held on. In the end, he gave up. “Uncle Aaron, your earlobes are so thick. People say that means you have good fortune,” Lena mused, the alcohol in her system dulling her filter. She was calling him Uncle Aaron, but she wasn’t treating him like the older
Aaron led Lena out of the police station. He walked ahead, while she trailed behind, clutching the oversized coat he had draped over her shoulders. His coat carried the faint scent of pinewood, and with every step she took, the fragrance seemed to weave its way into her senses. Maybe it was the alcohol fermenting in her system, but her head felt dizzy, her vision unsteady. Even Aaron, walking in front of her, seemed to sway. However, the moment she stepped outside, the cold night air hit her like a slap, jolting her awake. She shivered and instinctively tightened the coat around her body—only then realizing that Aaron was left wearing nothing but a thin dress shirt. “Uncle Aaron,” she called out, her voice laced with concern. But he kept walking, his long strides unfaltering. Whether he was ignoring her out of anger or simply hadn’t heard, she couldn’t tell. Their figures—one leading, the other following—looked almost like a child who had done something wrong, chasing after a
With a loud bang, the man's face was slowly stained with blood. A passing woman caught sight of the scene and let out a sharp scream. Immediately after, the man’s companions rushed over, ready to attack Lena. But she wasn’t the least bit afraid. Holding the bottle in her hand, she lifted it slightly and sneered, “Come on, go ahead and try.” She was just one woman, alone, yet she carried the presence of an entire army, so overwhelming that no one dared to make a move. The bar manager, seeing the situation escalate, called the police. Lena was taken to the station. The surveillance footage clearly showed that the man had struck first, so she wasn’t entirely at fault. However, she had retaliated too ruthlessly, and the man in question was a privileged young master. That complicated things. “You used excessive force in self-defense,” the officer in charge—whom Lena mentally dubbed the hatted man—concluded. Though she was a surgeon by profession, she knew a fair bit about the la