This wasn’t a difficult question to answer. Either it was true, or it wasn’t. But saying “no” outright would put Nate in an awkward position, especially after he had just admitted that he brought the project to Seavora for her. On the other hand, if she didn’t deny it, the media could twist the story, turning a groundbreaking medical achievement into a narrative about Nate using a life-saving project as a romantic gesture for his supposed girlfriend. “I’ll answer this,” Lena finally spoke, taking the metaphorical grenade. “Professor Neumann and I were university classmates. He was my senior, and now he is my teacher and colleague. That is the extent of our relationship.” Her words fell like a gavel, and the journalists’ cameras clicked away more furiously than ever. Sitting beside her, Nate’s gaze dimmed as he looked at her. It was clear now—she would never come back to him. If she had even the slightest inclination, she wouldn’t have denied their connection so thoroughly
"I'm aiming to go big, to create a nationwide chain—not just fooling around," Keira was about to share her grand vision with Lena when the doorbell rang. She walked toward the door, still holding the phone, and glanced at the monitor to see who it was. The sight made her pause. “Someone’s here. I’ll call you back,” Keira said to Lena. “Who is it?” she asked, curious. “It’s Kylian!” Lena immediately recognized the name. “Is he here to see Hayden?” “Hayden isn’t home.” After a brief pause, Lena speculated, “Then he’s probably here for you.” “That’s what I think too,” Keira replied. “Call me in a bit. If I don’t answer, assume he’s killed me and report it to the police.” Lena laughed. “Pregnancy brain strikes again. If you’re that worried, why not call the police now and save yourself?” Keira chuckled. “No, I’ll report this to Hayden first.” After hanging up, Keira sent Hayden a snapshot from the surveillance feed before opening the door. “Mr. Hart,” Keira greeted
Hayden had told Keira before that the Hart family wanted him to acknowledge his roots and return to the fold, but with a catch: he had to agree to an arranged marriage. Now, Kylian’s approach seemed to contradict that condition, as he appeared to be accepting Keira. Had they changed their minds? If there were no strings attached, why didn’t they talk to Hayden directly instead of trying to persuade her? It didn’t take much thought to realize there was something fishy about the situation. But Keira didn’t call him out. Instead, she played along, half-seriously. “Oh, really? That sounds rare and wonderful, but..." Keira paused for effect. “This isn’t up to me. It’s Hayden’s decision. You know the saying, ‘A woman should follow whatever her husband orders.’” Kylian coughed lightly, probably choking on her analogy. “Hayden has likely told you about his issues with the Hart family. He’s too stubborn, holding onto some old grievances. Right now, he only listens to you.” “I’ve a
“It’s just that your old man has no eye for talent...” Keira almost blurted out “it takes one to know one,” but managed to stop herself just in time. Kylian appeared sincere. He had taken care of her during Hayden’s disappearance, but she didn’t know enough about him to discern whether he was a true ally or a hidden adversary. Some things were better left unsaid. After all, Hayden was part of the Hart family. If he ever decided to reconcile with them, her comments about their patriarch might come back to haunt her. “Exactly! Here I am, a perfectly obedient and capable heir, yet they keep pushing for Hayden to take over. I just don’t get it. If Hayden keeps refusing, what’s the old man going to do in the end?” Kylian’s words rang true, and Keira believed he meant them wholeheartedly. “Maybe he’ll end up begging you to take over the family business,” she joked. Kylian pointed at her with a smirk. “You really are Hayden’s wife. Just as devious as he is.” After he left, Keira s
That evening, Lena finished her final post-op inspection for a pregnant patient, pulled off her gloves, and officially ended her day of work. "Dr. Lane, time to go!" The head nurse came over to call her. "Go where?" Lena was exhausted. At that moment, she didn’t even want to move—she just wanted to go home and collapse into bed. The head nurse grinned. "Dr. Lane, you’re so tired you’ve forgotten! The director announced tonight’s celebration banquet. The hotel is already booked—it’s at the Moon Tower here in Seavora." "Can I take a rain check?" Lena didn’t even want to change out of her scrubs. "You’re the guest of honor tonight. How could you not go?" The head nurse, seeing how truly drained Lena looked, stepped forward to help her out of her work uniform. "You don’t have to do anything there except eat and drink." She didn’t even feel like eating or drinking—was that okay? But some things can’t be avoided. No matter how much Lena didn’t want to go, she couldn’t refuse. A
The celebration was both a party and a chance for everyone to unwind. Drinks flowed freely, and the atmosphere was lively and boisterous. Nate also drank, but only sparingly, just like Lena. Both were merely lightly tipsy. For people like them, who wielded scalpels, indulgence was rare—they knew too much alcohol could numb their nerves. "Are you feeling okay?" Nate finally found an opportunity to speak to Lena. They had been side by side most of the evening, receiving toasts and well-wishes, but had not exchanged a word until now. "Mm," Lena replied, mimicking the curt tone she had just been silently criticizing Aaron for earlier. It wasn’t intentional—her mood dictated her words. Exhaustion weighed heavily on her, and now, with a bit of alcohol in her system, even keeping her eyes open felt like a monumental task. "You seem really tired. How about I take you home to rest?" Nate suggested, concern etched on his face. Lena did want to leave. "I’ll head out myself. Let the
"Uncle, why did you come so early? And you didn’t even tell me!" Lena came to an abrupt halt in front of Aaron, stopping just short of throwing herself into his arms. If she were still a child, she wouldn’t have hesitated to leap into his embrace. But now, as adults, she was acutely aware of the boundaries between men and women, even if he was her uncle. Still, her hurried steps caused her momentum to pitch her body forward slightly. Aaron raised his hand to steady her, his touch firm yet gentle. "I didn’t want to interrupt your dinner or affect your mood." Lena smiled softly at his words. Her body instinctively leaned closer to him as her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Mood? What mood? I didn’t even want to be there. All I wanted was to be at home, lying on the couch, eating a bowl of noodles you made." Under the interplay of light and shadow, Aaron’s gaze softened even further. "Then let’s go home. There’s more than just noodles waiting for you—I made all your
Aaron waited patiently, his hand still outstretched. In the darkness, the two men stood at an impasse. Finally, Nate relented and handed over the bag, but not without saying, "You can’t give her a future." The truth of their relationship loomed large. Even though Aaron wasn’t biologically related to the Ace family, and therefore had no blood ties to Lena, in everyone else’s eyes, they were family—close family. For them to transition from uncle and niece to lovers would invite condemnation, gossip, and endless scrutiny. The weight of public opinion was crushing. Aaron could choose to ignore it, but what about Lena? "Mr. Ace, true love means protecting her from harm," Nate added as Aaron turned to leave. Nate knew his words were tinged with selfishness—after all, he still had feelings for Lena—but his concern for her was genuine. Aaron didn’t falter. With Lena’s bag in hand, his steps were firm and confident. His voice was calm but carried an undeniable edge. "Dr. Neumann,
"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