Karina let out a sigh. “Maybe the topic didn’t align with their core values?” “Don’t let anyone else hear you say that,” Yvette warned, visibly uneasy as she shuddered. “If word gets out, you’re done for.” It was clear Yvette couldn’t believe Karina had the audacity to openly criticize the Association. Who else would dare? “I’m just trying to find some humor in a bad situation,” Karina said, exasperated. “I put so much effort into that paper, and now that it’s been rejected, can’t I even vent a little?” Yvette sighed again and plopped into a chair. “Seriously, though, why’d you even pick a fight with the Association? Now look, you and Dr. Wilfred are probably the only two people they’ve ever deliberately targeted.” Karina froze for a moment, then felt an unexpected urge to laugh. Technically, Wilfred wasn’t her mentor in the formal sense, but the situation was undeniably ironic. His paper had also been rejected by the Association in the past, and now hers had been too
Professor Cruz was a senior professor at the local medical university, responsible for teaching students in their sophomore year and above. With only three lectures a month and sometimes even fewer, his classes were always packed to capacity. The reason? His teaching quality was unmatched. Every student he mentored personally had gone on to achieve great things. Most earned doctorates, while the "least accomplished" held master’s degrees. If Professor Zeller was considered one pillar of the medical world, then Professor Cruz was undoubtedly the other. The two were strikingly different in one key way.While Professor Zeller was known for wielding influence and had even founded the prestigious "Tree of Life Association" to gather top talent in the field, Professor Cruz preferred a more carefree life. He was elusive, often absent even to the students he directly mentored. Securing a spot in one of his classes was nearly impossible. It was a rare opportunity not to be missed
When Karina arrived at the classroom, the bell rang the moment she stepped in. Glancing around, she saw that all the seats were neatly filled. Hurriedly, she found a spot in the guest section and sat down. Her presence naturally drew curious glances from the students. It wasn’t every day a guest showed up in Professor Cruz’s class—something that had likely never happened before. Professor Cruz, elderly and slow on his feet, arrived late, long after the bell had rung. He walked in leisurely, clutching a thermos, exuding a relaxed air. Dressed in a simple jacket, he looked more like someone out for a stroll than a professor about to deliver a lecture. “Hello, class,” he greeted warmly as he reached the podium, smiling at the students. A chorus of voices immediately replied, “Hello, Professor.” Karina joined in, her voice blending with the others. Expecting the lecture to begin, she took out her laptop, notebook, and pen, ready to take notes. But then Professor Cru
“Come, sit down. I hear you’re one of Wilfred’s students? I know him well. His students are practically my own,” Professor Cruz said with a warm smile the moment Karina sat down, catching her off guard. “You know Dr. Wilfred?” she blurted out, then immediately realized how silly the question sounded. Of course, they knew each other. How else could Wilfred have arranged for her to attend the lecture? Professor Cruz chuckled, unbothered by her slip. Instead, he found her straightforwardness rather refreshing. As he looked at her, he let out a sigh, seemingly lost in thought. “Good, good… I had thought that kid might…” He trailed off, speaking more to himself than to Karina. Karina didn’t catch his last comment. “I hear from Wilfred that you’re here to discuss your paper?” Professor Cruz asked, steering the conversation back. “Did you bring it with you?” “Yes, I did,” Karina said quickly, pulling out her paper with care and handing it over. Professor Cruz slipped on a
Professor Cruz assured Karina that he would do his best to convince Professor Zeller to reconsider. Even if that didn’t work, he promised to personally approve her paper for publication. Karina was deeply grateful, but her gratitude extended even more to Wilfred, who had made this meeting with the professor possible. On the way back, she pondered how she could thank him. Wilfred didn’t seem to lack anything, and no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t decide what to get him. Her musings were interrupted by an urgent phone call from Wilfred. “Have you left Professor Cruz’s office yet?” he asked, his voice tinged with urgency. “I have. What’s wrong?” she replied, sensing something was wrong. “I’ve been called out for an emergency consultation, but I just got a call from the rehab center. Wendy attempted to hang herself. She’s likely in the ER by now.” “What?” Karina’s grip on her phone tightened. Without hesitation, she said, “I’ll head there right away
Karina didn’t resist. The scent was too familiar—so familiar that she didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Of course, there was another reason she didn’t want to look back. She wasn’t in a good mood. She tugged at the jacket draped over her shoulders. “I was just thinking about something I once heard,” she said softly. Wilfred stayed silent, waiting for her to continue. “They say hospitals hear more prayers than churches. I never understood it before, but now, as someone on the inside, I do.” Karina’s voice carried a quiet sadness, tinged with melancholy. Wilfred’s chest tightened at her words. Without thinking, he pulled her into a gentle embrace. Both of them froze for a moment, caught off guard by his action. But neither moved to pull away. Instead, they relaxed, a shared silence settling between them. In that moment, it felt as though the invisible barrier that had always been there had quietly dissolved. Karina finally let her thoughts spill ou
Karina was trembling with anger at Wendy’s mother’s behavior. It wasn’t about meddling; it was about protecting her hard work. This was a patient she had painstakingly helped to recover. Who wouldn’t be furious if the progress they’d worked so hard for was undone by a few careless words? Just days ago, Wendy had been smiling with a healthy flush to her cheeks, but after her mother’s visit and a few cutting remarks, she was pale and withdrawn again. This couldn’t go on. Karina made up her mind. Wendy’s mother had to go. “I don’t care about the rest, but this is a hospital. Even if you’re her family, you have no right to interfere with her care. Here, only the doctors make the decisions,” Karina said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. She had already noticed that Wendy’s mother was the type to bully the weak but cower before strength. As expected, her harsh stance left Wendy’s mother visibly flustered, her expression shifting between fury and frustratio
Wendy replied nonchalantly, “About a million or so.” Karina froze on the spot. “Looks like I’m the fool here,” she thought to herself.She had assumed Wendy was talking about a modest amount of pocket money. She had completely forgotten Wendy wasn’t an ordinary teenager. Her father was a CEO, and her mother was a designer. Of course, she wasn’t going to have “normal” pocket money. Karina’s thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions, but in the end, she pushed the card back toward Wendy. “No way. It doesn’t matter how much. It’s still not right for me to accept it. Doctors can’t accept bribes from their patients.“And since you said there’s over a million in this card, there’s really no way I can take it. If I did, I’d lose my license, get fired, and probably go to jail.” She exaggerated the consequences just a bit, but not entirely. Accepting bribes could really lead to those outcomes. Wendy hesitated, clearly rattled by the serious tone. After a moment, she took the card back
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