Karina’s pale skin made the fiery red handprint on her cheek strikingly clear, almost shocking to see. Mrs. Stone took a step back not out of guilt, but because of the look in Karina’s eyes. It sent a shiver through her. “What’s with that look? Are you saying I hit you for no reason?” she snapped. “No,” Karina replied, her voice calm and steady. It was as though she didn’t even feel the burning pain on her cheek. In fact, the pain was grounding that it kept her focused. “Actually, I should thank you.” That slap had completely shattered any lingering desire Karina had for familial love. Mrs. Stone stammered, at a loss for words. When Karina was weak, Mrs. Stone felt brave enough to slap her. But now that Karina stood firm, Mrs. Stone shrank back in fear. Looking at Mrs. Stone’s cowering demeanor, Karina suddenly recalled the woman she had known from childhood. Mrs. Stone had always seemed timid and docile. She was easily frightened and bound by outdated ideas.
Wilfred noticed her hesitation. “Do you feel like you’re not up to the task?” Karina instinctively wanted to decline. She felt Wilfred had already done so much for her, but before the words left her mouth, she heard a faint voice within—a voice of ambition.Some people settled into their environments and coasted through life, taking it one day at a time. It was not necessarily a bad way to live, but Karina wasn’t one of them. She had ambition, a drive that wouldn’t let her accept mediocrity. It was this determination that allowed her to work multiple jobs over the years and save an astounding six million dollars. Some of her former employers had been reluctant to let her go when she moved on. Karina hesitated for only a second before making up her mind. She decided to follow her instincts. “No, I can handle it. I might not be this confident in everything, but for this, I know I can do it.” She had studied that medical case thoroughly and had prior experience researching
Wilfred’s eyes softened with a rare hint of amusement, making him seem more approachable than usual. “Just over the past couple of days, I leaked the news about Kieran’s drug use.” Karina immediately understood. While opinions online varied, one thing remained consistent: zero tolerance for drug abuse. With Kieran now branded as both a liar and a drug user, people naturally wouldn’t believe anything he said. In fact, if she checked the forums, she would probably see people who had insulted her now turning on him instead. But those online battles didn’t matter to Karina. What mattered most to her was clearing her name, and somehow, without her even realizing it, someone had restored that for her. No amount of words could fully express the gratitude and warmth in her heart. So instead, she simply said, “Dr. Wilfred, I won’t let you down.” From that moment on, Karina buried herself in the project materials. She spent her days and nights studying, and to others, it seemed
As Karina listened to Fiona’s story, an image of the woman with a child she had seen before flashed through her mind. But she quickly dismissed the thought. It didn’t seem possible. The next moment, Fiona leaned in conspiratorially, her voice low and full of intrigue. “Honestly, I didn’t believe it either. I mean, the director isn’t that kind of man. But I saw it with my own eyes!” Karina, unnerved by Fiona’s excitement, asked warily, “Saw what?” “A love child!” “That’s impossible. The director doesn’t have a love child. You must have seen wrong,” Karina said firmly, instinctively wanting to defend Wilfred’s reputation. As far as she knew, Wilfred didn’t even have a romantic partner, let alone a child. But Fiona wasn’t backing down. Sensing Karina’s skepticism, she upped the ante. “If you don’t believe me, come see for yourself.” Before Karina could decline, Fiona dragged her off to investigate. “There! Look over there. I wasn’t lying, was I? I saw that kid w
Karina let out a breath of relief, feeling the timing couldn’t have been better. She didn’t dwell on whether Orion had intentionally bailed her out. It didn’t seem fair to project adult motives onto a child. But in truth, Orion was every bit as clever as his actions suggested. Nina smiled gently as she ruffled Orion’s hair. “I should’ve known you’d be greedy. I didn’t bring you here to snack your way through the hospital.” Karina quickly waved her hands, dismissing any concern. The atmosphere grew quiet for a moment. Nina sat with her head slightly bowed, her calm demeanor radiating a quiet elegance. She reminded Karina of autumn leaves—tranquil and soft. Sitting across from her, Karina couldn’t help but feel inferior. Nina’s effortless grace only highlighted her own unease. Lowering her head, Karina mumbled, “I’m so sorry, Miss Walker. I didn’t expect you to come. I should’ve prepared something in advance. If you’d like, I can step out and get something for you.”
Karina immediately offered, “I’ll see if there are any more tangerines.” “No need, I was just teasing,” Nina replied with a casual wave, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her relaxed demeanor, paired with her effortless charm, made her shine without even trying. She gave Karina a small smile before leaving. After she left, Fiona approached with a look of awe. “I can see now why everyone believes those rumors. She’s stunning! How could anyone not fall for her? If I were the director, I’d be head over heels too.” Karina’s chest tightened at Fiona’s words, though she couldn’t pinpoint why. Just the thought of Wilfred having someone special made her heart feel heavy and uncomfortable. She said nothing. Fiona, having seen Nina in person and picked up on her genuine demeanor, realized the situation probably wasn’t what the rumors suggested. She wisely dropped the topic of the supposed love child. As for those who continued gossiping, Fiona decided to steer clear, kee
Karina questioned herself. “What am I even thinking? Dr. Wilfred has been so kind to me. What does his personal life have to do with me?”For someone as emotionally oblivious as Karina, the realization hit her hard. She was acting out of character. The subtle closeness she had felt toward Wilfred, born of gratitude, now felt awkward and unwarranted. A pang of guilt surged through her, making her want to retreat entirely. Wilfred, noticing her silence, assumed she had concerns. “Why aren’t you saying anything? If you have any reservations, speak up now. We can deal with them together.” He didn’t like leaving issues unresolved, which was why he offered so openly. But how could Karina let him know what was on her mind? Even imagining the look of disdain that might cross Wilfred’s face if he found out made her feel as though she were being ripped apart from the inside. Steeling herself under his questioning gaze, she forced a smile and said casually, “No concerns. Miss Walk
Wilfred’s gaze soon settled on Karina, sharp and probing. “What’s on your mind?” Karina shook her head but hesitated. “I do have some thoughts… but until I meet the patient in person, they’re just ideas. Dr. Wilfred, you’re the one who taught me that.” She lifted her head, her bright eyes unintentionally glowing with determination. Wilfred’s gaze flickered for a moment, as if momentarily dazzled by her intensity. Resting his hands on his knees, he deliberated briefly before saying, “Then pack your things—we’re going.” Karina blinked in surprise, completely caught off guard. His lips curved slightly. “Didn’t you say it’s best not to jump to conclusions without seeing the real person? Well, let’s go meet them.” It was both an exciting and overwhelming surprise—no, more like a shock. Karina didn’t even know where to start. Should she grab sterilized gloves? Instruments? Maybe her notes? In the end, Wilfred took only her notebook, tossing the rest aside. “These aren
But instead of feeling touched, Vera’s first reaction was nausea. A wave of discomfort surged up from her stomach, and Vera’s face paled. She bolted for the bathroom. Caleb followed quickly. “Are you feeling sick?” “I don’t think so. I’ve been eating normally—nothing too heavy or weird lately.” Vera clutched her stomach, just as confused as he was. Then, a possibility flashed through her mind. Caleb clearly had the same thought. Without a word, he turned and walked into their bedroom, returning moments later with a pregnancy test. Vera looked at him, stunned. “When did you buy that?” He responded matter-of-factly, “Better safe than sorry.” Vera was momentarily speechless. Five minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. It was positive. They had only been married for three months. How did this happen so fast?Caleb, on the other hand, remained composed—at le
Of course, Vera wasn’t about to dump all her responsibilities on her assistant. That would be exploitation. She called her assistant into her office. “You’re twenty-five this year, right?” Her assistant blinked, confused. Wasn’t her age common knowledge? Why was Vera suddenly bringing it up? A thought struck her. Was this an arranged marriage situation? Her face immediately filled with silent refusal. “Miss Vera, I’m still young. I’m not thinking about marriage anytime soon.” Vera tapped her pen against the desk. “I’m not telling you to get married.” “Oh.” “I just want to offload some of the smaller daily tasks to you. You don’t have to run every minor document by me.”Her assistant instantly understood. A raise. After confirming she was on board, Vera gave her a salary bump and had her hire a few more assistants to distribute the workload. “If I don’t have time to handle everything, you guys will take care of it. If something’s too complicated, jus
Vera could sense danger the moment the conversation turned in this direction. Her father had never questioned her about married life, and she was lucky enough to avoid nosy relatives. But just because she hadn’t experienced it firsthand didn’t mean she hadn’t seen it happen to others. Without hesitation, she abandoned the half-folded pastry in her hands. “I... uh, need to use the restroom.” Before she could escape, Mrs. Smith caught her wrist. “You and Caleb aren’t getting any younger,” she said matter-of-factly. “You should start thinking about kids—make sure you’re putting in the effort, hmm?” Vera left the kitchen visibly drained. Mrs. Smith was a wonderful mother-in-law, the kind who treated Vera like her own daughter. Despite knowing Vera came from a well-off family, she had still gifted them a house as a wedding present. Of course, Caleb already owned a place, but his mother had insisted. “That’s your house. This is the home I’m giving you as a weddi
That undeniable possessiveness flickered in Caleb’s gaze—subtle yet impossible to ignore. It was the kind of look a powerful man might give his beloved in an old Hollywood film. And right now, the photographer felt like the unlucky bystander who had accidentally stumbled upon an intimate scene. His voice wavered slightly, caught up in his own imagination. “Mr. Smith, lift your eyes toward the camera.” Caleb’s sharp gaze flickered over, intense and commanding. The photographer instinctively pressed the shutter. They continued with several more poses, reviewing the shots as they went. Vera loved them all, but her favorite was still the vintage-inspired one. “How long until we get the final prints?” she asked. “Two to three days at most,” the photographer replied. “I’ll have them shipped directly to you.” Then, after a slight pause, he hesitated before making a request. “I actually have a personal favor to ask—would you both be open to letting us displa
Vera was tempted. They had already taken plenty of wedding photos—several sets at the island, more at the wedding itself. But this wasn’t just any photo studio. It was privately booked and known for being one of the most prestigious studios in the city. Appointments here were nearly impossible to get. The fact that Caleb had managed to secure a session meant he had gone to great lengths to make it happen. If they were just going to take ordinary wedding pictures, it would be a waste of an opportunity. Still, she wasn’t sure what kind of shoot she wanted. The photographer, understanding her hesitation, pulled out a sample album. “You can take a look at our past work. These are some of the styles we’ve done.” Flipping through the pages, Vera saw an array of stunning concepts—each picture more breathtaking than the last. Then, one particular set caught her eye. A Golden Age Hollywood theme.It was classic, nostalgic, and beautifully atmospheric. “Ca
After the wedding, Vera considered taking some time off for a honeymoon. But the thought quickly faded when she realized Caleb had been practically living at the hospital. With a sigh, she dismissed the idea. She was used to it, but to say she wasn’t disappointed would be a lie. Her assistant picked up on it. “Mrs. Smith, don’t you want to go on a honeymoon?” she asked one day. “One of my friends just got married, and she’s been obsessively researching destinations. “She even said a marriage without a honeymoon is already half a failure.” Vera froze mid-page, suddenly losing interest in the documents she had been reviewing. Her assistant hesitated, then offered a suggestion. “Why don’t you go visit Dr. Smith at work?“You seem… distracted. Maybe seeing him will help.” Vera snapped out of her daze, suddenly aware of how preoccupied she had been lately. It was embarrassing to admit, but she had been zoning out far too often—especially after coming hom
Whenever they did this in the past, Caleb always maintained some restraint. But tonight—he didn’t hold back at all. He took her from the bedroom to the bathroom, then back to the bed, his searing kisses trailing every inch of her skin. The next morning, even as she woke up, Vera could still feel the lingering traces of last night’s intoxicating pleasure. As expected, she ended up taking the day off. It wasn’t until two days later that she finally returned to work. *Everyone at the company had already prepared for this. The moment Vera walked into the office, she was greeted with knowing smiles and teasing remarks. “Congratulations, Mrs. Smith!” “Newlywed bliss, huh?” “Three whole days off? Someone had a good time.” It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she had been up to. Obviously, her married life was going exceptionally well—so well that she had completely abandoned work for it. Under the weight of their mischievous stares, Vera barely k
Yelena still hadn’t accepted Hunter, but he wasn’t giving up either and was relentlessly closing in on her. Knowing Yelena’s soft heart, Vera figured it was only a matter of time before she gave in. She let out a sigh. Her friend’s love life wasn’t something she could interfere with. Besides, Caleb had already given her a little inside scoop. “She came to the hospital for a follow-up a few days ago,” he had mentioned casually. “Hunter was the one who brought her.” Vera had clicked her tongue at the news. Yelena always seemed quiet and reserved, but apparently, she was full of surprises.*Time flew by in the blink of an eye.By mid-month, Caleb had rented out an entire vineyard and spent several days transforming it into the perfect wedding venue.When the day arrived, the celebration took place right there.The vineyard was sprawling and elegant, every bit as grand as any luxury hotel—if not better. Even the wine cellar remained untouched, stocked with years-
“Did you plan this from the start?” Vera narrowed her eyes, feeling like she had just walked into a carefully laid trap. “Mm.” Caleb smiled, then leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Because yes—he had always been planning this. The biggest change in Vera’s life after the island proposal was the ring now sitting on her finger. It wasn’t just any ring. It was custom-made, something Caleb had specially ordered. She only found out by accident when she glanced at his phone one day and saw the purchase record. It had been ordered two months ago. Vera did the math and was stunned. He had been preparing for this long before she even started getting impatient. Her heart swelled with emotion. And as soon as Caleb’s parents heard that their son had finally proposed, they wasted no time pushing them to get the marriage license. *One day, Vera overheard Caleb’s mother lecturing him. “Your dad and I weren’t expecting much from you. With how much ti