"I believe you won't," Lena said with a small smile. She loved to tease, but I knew she had my back when it counted.We walked into the banquet hall, where Lena's grandpa, Edison Ace, stood in a regal purple-and-gold suit, happily accepting gifts like the family patriarch he was.When he saw the artwork I'd brought, his eyes lit up. "This is special—I like it a lot!"I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Sure, it was a nice gesture, but it wasn't that remarkable. Lindey had gifted something similar earlier. Edison was just an expert at making people feel good about themselves."Lena, where's Nate? Why didn't he come?" Edison asked, glancing at her curiously.Lena nudged me lightly and answered smoothly, "Grandpa, I didn't invite him. I just wanted to come spend time with you."Edison wasn't fooled—my presence didn't exactly explain Nate's absence—but he let it slide, chuckling softly."Grandpa, you should get back to receiving gifts," Lena said quickly, clearly wanting
The door wasn't fully closed, giving Lena and me a clear view of Edison and Aaron sitting across from each other.Edison, in his regal presence, and Aaron, all sharp angles and effortless charisma, looked more like grandfather and grandson than father and son.Lena had mentioned before that Aaron was adopted, but I'd always wondered why Edison hadn't just raised him as a grandson."Aaron, you're at an age where this is getting ridiculous. Forget marriage—you won't even look for a girlfriend?" Edison leaned forward. "Do you even know what people are saying about you?"Aaron sat quietly, the overhead light casting dramatic shadows across his features. He didn't seem remotely rattled by Edison's frustration."They're saying you're into men!" Edison pressed. "It's an insult to the Ace family name! People are calling it unnatural, and I won't tolerate this kind of talk dragging our reputation down."Welp, Edison was definitely old-school.Aaron finally spoke, calm as ever. "People ca
I couldn't believe I'd gone so far as to quote the law to defend Aaron's single status."I don't care about your laws or whatever," Edison retorted, waving me off. "What I do care about is how unnatural it is for a man to be over thirty and still not married—or even dating! Mark my words, if he shows up one day with a husband instead of a wife, I won't know where to hide my face."Aaron, as unflappable as ever, smirked. "Don't worry, Dad, I promise I won't bring home a husband."Edison's face turned crimson, and Lena jumped in, trying to calm him down. "Grandpa, please stop pressuring Uncle Aaron. If he doesn't like someone, forcing him won't make him happy.""And now you're taking his side?" Edison snapped, glaring at Lena.I decided to jump in before things escalated. "Because Lena and I scoped out all the ladies here, and honestly, none of them are good enough for Uncle Aaron."I didn't even realize I'd started calling him "Uncle Aaron" too until the words were out of my mouth
"We're sorry. The number you're trying to reach is currently unavailable."The robotic voice rang in my ears as I tried calling Jace again—and again. Every attempt ended the same way.Panic churned in my chest. Jace had been staying at Cloudscape Monastery, and now, with the fire and his phone silent, my mind spiraled to the worst-case scenarios.I wasn't just worried about him. I needed answers. How bad were the casualties? Were they okay? But no matter how many times I dialed, Jace didn't pick up.Frustrated and desperate, I slammed my foot on the gas and switched to Cole's number. His mom, Mrs. Drago, had also been staying at the monastery. If something had happened, surely Cole wouldn't stay quiet."We're sorry. The number you're trying to reach is currently unavailable."Declined.The pit in my stomach deepened. Had something happened to Mrs. Drago, too?My mind raced as I sped toward the monastery. Jace. Mrs. Drago. Anyone else caught in that fire—I couldn't bear the thou
"We don't know. If you want answers, check the hospital," the investigator said.Awesome. Just what I needed—another dead-end. The only silver lining? At least Jace was okay.Or... was he? I'd tried calling him again, but no answer. A pit formed in my stomach. What if he was hurt?I drove straight to the nearest hospital. The place was chaos—nurses and doctors darting around.Fire victims were being treated under some emergency protocol, so finding the right area wasn't hard. And there, in the middle of it all, was Jace.He looked like he'd just walked out of a disaster movie—soot all over, ash smudged into his clothes. He was moving non-stop, coordinating, talking to staff, looking totally... normal?Wait. Normal? This wasn't the Jace I knew—the one who screamed "rich boy energy" with his arrogant smirks and designer everything. This guy? He was all in, like he actually cared about something bigger than himself.It was so out of character, I had to blink twice to believe it.B
Jace didn't say it again, but the sadness in his eyes spoke louder than words.Abbot Levinsky was a bit of a mystery. A wandering monk who eventually settled at Cloudscape Monastery, he had no known family—unless you counted Jace.Their bond went way back. Jace had practically grown up under the Abbot's wing, soaking up his wisdom, turning their relationship into something more like a friendship over the years."Rea, let's focus on helping these people first," Jace said softly, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts.As he turned to walk away, I grabbed his arm. "Was it an accident? The fire, I mean. Were you there when it started? Did you see anything weird?"His jaw tightened, and his eyes clouded with something heavy. "Rea, I'll look into it. Don't worry—and don't get involved."It was a warning, no question. Jace knew something but wasn't about to share it."Jace," I pressed, swallowing hard, "I'd love to sit this one out, but what if this fire wasn't random? What if it was
"They're fighting! Someone's fighting outside!" a panicked voice yelled from the hallway.I ran out just in time to see Cole swing his fist at Jace."Stop it! Cole, stop!" I shouted, rushing over to pull him back.Cole shoved me aside. My back hit the wall hard, my head cracking against it. Everything blurred for a second—my vision, my thoughts, everything.Jace, who hadn't fought back until now, called out to me, his voice filled with concern. "Rea..."But the second he looked away, his fist shot up, landing a clean hit on Cole. And just like that, they were going at it—a full-on, no-holds-barred brawl.I pressed my hand against the side of my head, trying to steady myself, but the fight was spiraling out of control. There was no stopping them. Desperate, I flagged someone down and told them to call security.By the time they were finally pulled apart, both looked like they'd gone ten rounds in a boxing ring. Jace was bleeding heavily from his nose, pressing tissues against it
The crowd just stood there, staring. No one was brave enough to step in.Even so, Cole snarled at the onlookers, "I dare any of you losers to try saving her! Come on, show me who's got guts!"He was madman on a rampage.Then came the voice: sharp, clear, and ice-cold. "Cole!"He froze. From my upside-down view—thanks to being slung over his shoulder like a duffel bag—I spotted a pint-sized savior with space buns. Nina.Before I could even beg, Cole sneered, "Where'd you come from, brat? Scram!"Most kids would've bawled on the spot. Not Nina. She folded her arms and deadpanned, "Why are you carrying someone like that? You look like a kidnapper."Oof. Bold of her.Cole's lip curled. "Scram~ Or did your mom never teach you English?"Nina rolled her eyes. "Why are you so grumpy all the time? Did you, like, swallow a stick of dynamite?"Cole opened his mouth to yell, but Nina steamrolled right over him. "Cole, I need to talk to you."Okay, I gotta say it—this kid was iconic. If
"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