"The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable."Nate stared at his phone, frustration creeping in as the automated message played for the fifth time.Something wasn't right. Even if Lena was in surgery, her phone would usually just ring. Completely unreachable? That wasn't like her.Could her phone have died? Maybe, but in their line of work, that was rare. They always stayed connected—for emergencies, if nothing else."Nate." Retta's voice cut through his thoughts.He slid his phone into his pocket and looked up, his expression cold and unreadable. He didn't bother saying anything.Retta noticed his mood but pressed on anyway. "Mr. Jahn's family still has a few questions for you.""Didn't I already explain everything?" Nate's voice was sharp, a warning in every syllable.Retta's lips curved into a faint, almost resigned smile, her tone softening with a coaxing edge. "I get it, but you know how families are. They just want to be sure—see if there's any way to fin
Glancing at his watch, Nate realized it was nearing midnight. His fingers hovered for a moment before he dialed Keira's number."Keira, is Lena with you?""No... why?" Keira's voice was thick with sleep, but her tone sharpened. "What's going on? You can't find Lena?""I just finished up, but I can't reach her. Maybe she's home," Nate replied, keeping his voice steady before quickly ending the call.Next, he dialed Lena's dad.He and Mr. Lane had exchanged numbers during a previous visit, so he knew it was worth a shot."Nate, what's up?" Mr. Lane's voice answered, groggy."Has Lena come home?" Nate kept his tone light."No, she hasn't been home in a while. Why? Did something happen? You two fight?" Mr. Lane sounded casual."No, no fight. I just got back today," Nate said quickly, but Mr. Lane wasn't fooled. He could tell Nate wouldn't have called unless he was desperate.After a few pointed questions, Nate cracked."This is serious!" Mr. Lane's voice went razor-sharp. "If so
Cole smirked. "What's with this Len-a? All I know is you've got me down here feeling ' lame-a'!"God, he was disgusting. But the way he said it? Yeah, he had no clue where Lena was.So if it wasn't him, then who?Wayne?Same trash, different can. If it wasn't Cole pulling the strings, it had to be Wayne.I leaned into the threat, my voice cold. "Cole, last warning—stay away from my people, or you will regret it."He let out a scoff, his curses coming rapid-fire. "You forget who you're talking to, Keira? You think I'm scared of you?""Don't care if it's you or one of your goons," I snapped back. "The message better be clear. Lena gets home safe, or you'll wish you were scared."Without waiting for a reply, I hung up, cutting him off mid-scoff.Sure, my words would probably stick with Cole, but the unease still clawed at me.And let's be real—I had no one to lean on. Hayden? Gone. Steve? Checked out of this mess ages ago.I sank into my chair, the weight of helplessness pressi
Jace didn't push it. He just nodded and said, "I'll walk you back."I opened my mouth to refuse again, but he added, "It's not safe for you to walk alone this late."Not safe? In a monastery? Yeah, right.I was about to roll my eyes when he added, "What if there are bugs or snakes?"That shut me up immediately. I hated those creepy things.I had to give it to him—after ten years together, he still knew how to shut me up when it counted.As we walked, his comment sparked something. I told him about the snake Lena got in the parcel and spilled who sent it.Jace's expression iced over, his eyes narrowing. "People like that are completely unhinged.""Exactly. That's why I'm so worried about Lena.""He wouldn't come at you directly. But your people? Yeah, they'd be targets," Jace murmured.We both knew exactly who 'he' meant.Thinking about Wayne's smooth, polished act, I couldn't help but say, "That whole 'don't judge a book by its cover' thing? Yeah, dead on. I never thought he
The rooftop wind whipped around Lena like it was trying to slice her open, stinging every inch of her exposed skin. The blindfold over her eyes was tight, her hands and feet bound."Where am I?" she croaked, her voice shaky, barely louder than the howling gusts.Her head felt foggy—drugged, obviously. But who'd done it? And why?The height alone, with the wind howling this loud, told her she was up high. Like, skyscraper high.Silence. Not even a whisper back.She wasn't sure what was worse—the idea of being totally alone or that someone might actually be lurking out there.Then—clang! A beer can hit something nearby, the sound sharp enough to make her flinch hard."Who's there?" she demanded, twisting toward the sound. "What do you want?"No reply. Just footsteps. Slow. Uneven. Each one louder, closer.Her pulse hammered as fear took over, her body jerking away from the sound, though she had nowhere to go."If you move any farther, you'll fall right off," a man drawled, his
The rooftop wind whipped through Lena's hair, sharp enough to feel like nature itself was rooting for her demise.She bit her lip, wondering, 'Did anyone even notice I'm missing? Or nah?'But she shoved the thought aside—if she wanted out of this alive, it was on her.With a shaky breath, she squared up. "So, if you're set on making me your revenge trophy for your wife and kid, fine, I can't stop you. But could I at least get a word in? Like, when my parents start hunting you down, could you maybe deliver a message for me?"It was obvious the guy had loved his family hard; you don't pull this level of crazy for casual feelings."Save it," Mr. Baxter snapped. Yikes.Lena didn't waste time arguing. Instead, she dove right in. "My mom's not in great health. She had complications after I was born, and if something happens to me... just don't tell her, okay? She wouldn't handle it well."And my dad? He looks tough, but he's a total softie. Cries at the drop of a hat. If he finds out
Lena thought it was the cops.It wasn't. It was Aaron.Did it matter? Not even a little. Someone was here to save her, and that was enough to chip away at the suffocating fear that had been clawing at her all night.Because, newsflash: she wasn't some fearless superhero. Sure, she'd kept talking to the guy holding her hostage like it was no big deal, but her heart had been lodged in her throat the whole time. One wrong word, one flicker of anger, and she'd be skydiving off the roof without a parachute."Shut up and back off!" Mr. Baxter shouted, tightening his grip on her neck. "One more step, and I'm taking her down with me!"Aaron's gaze locked on Lena, sweeping over her restrained form. His voice was calm, too calm, but his eyes burned cold and lethal. "If you jump, you gain nothing. Let her go, and I'll make sure you get what the hospital owes you. Plus, I'll personally give you a million dollars."Aaron wasn't bluffing. He just lobbed the bag he was holding straight at Mr. B
Not only did Lena grab Aaron's thigh, but as she fell to her knees, her face ended up dangerously close to his crotch.Her face went nuclear red—redder than that one time they'd accidentally walked in on each other in the bathroom, years ago.She jerked back, yanking her hand away so fast she nearly toppled over again. Before she could fully process the horror, Aaron swept her into his arms, all stoic and wordless, and marched off the rooftop.By the time they reached the hospital, Lena spotted her parents, their worried faces a beacon in the chaos, with Nate right there beside them."Lena, are you hurt? What happened?" her mom asked"Aaron, is she okay?" her dad added.Aaron replied, "She should be fine, but I recommend a full examination just to be sure."Her parents nodded like he'd handed them a prescription for calm down juice.Then Nate stepped forward. "Lena, are you hurt?"Her throat tightened, and her eyes stung, but she shook her head, biting back the tears."What a
"Got it!" Lena responded cheerfully. She washed her hands before sitting back down, picking up the utensils Aaron had prepared for her, and diving into her dumpling-and-dipping-sauce breakfast combo. "Uncle, why aren’t you eating?" She had already eaten two dumplings before realizing he hadn’t touched any. "I’m not hungry." Three words. Which meant he hadn’t eaten yet. "There’s too much food. I can’t finish it all by myself. Eat some too," Lena said casually as she picked up a dumpling with her chopsticks and held it up to his mouth. She did it so naturally—until she realized what she had just done. Aaron froze for a second, surprised by her gesture. The moment of hesitation made her realize too—wasn’t this kind of inappropriate? She was just about to pull her hand back when— He leaned in and took the dumpling straight into his mouth. Lena’s face flushed red in an instant. She hurriedly withdrew her hand, lowered her head, and focused on eating. Meanwhile, Aar
She was shocked to see him here so early. Especially today—a day when everyone was celebrating the new year, spending time with their loved ones—and yet, he was here. With her. Lena wasn’t made of stone. She felt it. A warmth, an unspoken emotion that settled deep in her chest. "Uncle, why are you here so early?" She walked over, hands casually tucked into her coat pockets. "I didn’t want you to go hungry," Aaron replied simply, lifting the bag of food in his hand. He glanced at her break room. "Open the door." She unlocked the door and stepped inside, with him following close behind. Her break room was small—a single desk and chair, a narrow bed, and a tiny wardrobe. Nothing extra, nothing unnecessary. "Sit down, Uncle," she said naturally, settling onto the bed while motioning for him to take the chair. Aaron placed the food down and asked, "Did you sleep at all?" "I did," Lena replied. But as soon as the words left her mouth, she thought of that dream—and let o
"If it weren’t for my goddaughter, I wouldn’t even bother with you," Lena said, gently rocking the baby in her arms. "Right, little Aurora? Your godmother just adores you." "Come on, Aurora, it’s time to eat," Lena said as she carefully placed the baby in Keira's arms. Although it was her first time, Keira wasn’t embarrassed. She followed Lena’s instructions, trying to breastfeed for the first time. But the process was… painful. And since her posture was incorrect, neither of them got it right—Keira ended up covered in sweat from struggling, and her baby still hadn’t eaten properly. Panic set in. Anxiety crept up her spine. "What do I do?" Keira asked, her voice tight with unease. "It’s okay. This happens at first. Let’s transition with formula for now," Lena reassured Keira before glancing at Hayden, who had been standing there the whole time, watching anxiously—and sweating just as much as Keira was. "Go make your daughter a bottle," she told him. Hayden, the man wh
That conversation… Lena shuddered. Yeah, she had definitely come back too early. It was best to leave now before she ruined the mood for those two inside. Not wanting to hear any more, she quickly turned to leave—only to smack her leg against a nearby chair. The pain was real, but worse was the noise it made, drawing attention to her presence. Inside the room, Hayden—already feeling awkward from Keira's teasing—froze. The sound from outside made him even more uncomfortable. Keira couldn’t hold back her laughter. The moment Keira burst out laughing, however, pain shot through her lower abdomen. "Ah—ow!" Keira gasped. Hayden immediately panicked. "What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?" Hearing her cry, Lena rushed in as well. "What happened?" "I laughed too hard and pulled my stitches," Keira explained, gripping Hayden’s hand tightly. Lena glared at Keira. "You’re a mother now, and yet you’re still acting like a child. Do you have any idea what condition you’re in?"
"It’s fine. I can do it," Hayden said naturally as he picked up the basin and went to fetch warm water. The moment he stepped out, Lena turned to scold Keira. "You went through so much pain to give birth to his child. Why would you feel bad about letting him do something for you?" "It’s not that I feel bad—I just feel embarrassed," Keira whispered in defense. Lena rolled her eyes. "So dramatic." Keira shot her a glare in return. "Just wait until it’s your turn. When your husband has to handle your private matters, you’ll understand how awkward it is." The moment the words left Keira's mouth, she saw Lena’s face turn red. Lena quickly hugged the baby and turned away. But Keira caught it. Something was off. "Wait… why are you blushing?" Keira asked suspiciously. "I am not blushing," she denied immediately. What Keira didn’t know was that her words had triggered the memory of Lena's ridiculous dream—where she had been lying on the delivery bed, cursing Aaron while gi
The moment she finished cursing, Lena jolted awake. She sat there, dazed. What kind of ridiculous dream was that? She had assisted in delivering countless babies before, but this was the first time she had ever dreamed of giving birth herself. And not only that—she had dreamed of giving birth to Aaron’s child? That was beyond outrageous. Absolutely absurd! What a way to start the new year. That dream was anything but beautiful. Lena ran a hand down her face, shaking off the lingering unease. She quickly got up, poured herself a glass of water to calm down, and then left the break room. Back in the hospital room, Hayden was feeding Keira. Keira was perfectly capable of eating on her own, but he insisted on feeding her, saying that she was in a special period and should be treated like a queen. That this was the time to learn how to be spoiled properly. Fine. If this was how he wanted to make up for the suffering she endured giving birth to their daughter, she’d give
Keira looked at Lena and smiled as she followed up on Hayden’s words. "You’re family. It’s different." Lena shot her a subtle glare before stuffing the red envelope into her pocket and saying, "Give me the rest. I’ll hand them out for you later." Hayden passed her the prepared stack of red envelopes, and as she took them, she asked, "What about the other departments?" Hayden and Aaron exchanged a glance and chuckled. "Of course. Every medical staff member in this hospital gets one." "President Hart, you’re too generous," Lena said, giving him a thumbs-up. With that, she took the envelopes and left. Aaron glanced at the time. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading back now." "Mm. Happy New Year!" Hayden said, offering his holiday wishes. "Happy New Year to your whole family," Aaron replied, adding a few extra words that made both Hayden and me instinctively turn toward the baby in the bassinet. From today onward, we were officially a family of three. Outside the h
When Keira returned to the hospital room, she was greeted by a sight that made her pause. The room was decorated with fresh flowers and balloons, and beside her bed, there was a small cart filled with various gift boxes. The atmosphere was so festive that if someone walked in, they might have thought it was a birthday party rather than a postpartum recovery room. "What’s all this?" Lena asked on Keira's behalf. "A reward for my wife," Hayden answered, his hand still holding Keira's as he gazed at her with deep affection. "She went through so much. This is my way of thanking her." Keira smiled faintly. "I don’t need any of this." "Whether you need it or not is one thing. Giving it to you is my choice," Hayden said, pressing a kiss onto Keira's fingertips. "Even if everything I have already belongs to you, I still want to give you more." "Such a loving husband—honestly, what more could a woman ask for?" Lena teased before patting Keira's hospital bed. "But if President Hart r
Elder Mitchell wasn’t buying it. "That just means you guys didn’t really want to give anything. If you truly wanted to, there’s no such thing as a gift that can’t be delivered." The two old men started bickering again, but Hayden ignored them. Instead, he kept his eyes on the infant bathing room. Before long, the nurse finished bathing the baby and carried her out. Hayden reached out to take her, but the two elders immediately moved to get closer. He blocked them without hesitation. "Don’t you know old people’s eyes are toxic? You shouldn’t be staring at her for too long." Elder Hart: "…" Elder Mitchell: "…" With that, Hayden carried the baby and walked away. The two old men trailed after him, hoping to catch another glimpse, but Hayden wasn’t about to give them the chance. "Congratulations," Aaron, who had been standing nearby, offered his well wishes. "It’s a daughter. Take a look," Hayden said, his pride practically radiating off him. Aaron lowered his gaze to the