A few moments earlier...David stood by the door, his hands clenched tightly at his sides, as he stared at Emma. He had just finished dressing, keys already in hand, ready to head out and pick up Claire from her grandfather’s house. But then Emma had dropped the news — Christian already went to get her.“Why would you let him go there?” he muttered under his breath, pacing back and forth. How could Emma allow Christian anywhere near his grandfather's house? What was she thinking? David wasn’t just upset — he was furious.Emma had tried to calm him, saying it wasn’t a big deal. But to David, it was a big deal. His fists balled again. He didn’t want to argue too much with Emma — not when she was still recovering and using a walking aid — but none of this sat right with him. Not one bit.Before he could say more, they came back. Christian was holding Claire’s hand, with Sophie walking behind them. And Christian had the guts to show off the most annoying grin, like someone who knew exa
Christian sat behind the wheel, driving quietly while Sophie sat next to him, her eyes glued to her phone. Her fingers moved quickly as she texted Gavin, but every now and then, her gaze shifted toward Christian. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t figure him out. What was he really up to? Why would he suddenly decide to go pick up Claire from David's grandpa's house? And most importantly, why would Emma even agree to this?Sophie sighed quietly, shaking her head. Emma knew very well that David would not be pleased about this—not even one bit. She knew Emma well enough to tell when she was uncomfortable about something. It was written all over her voice when she suggested that Sophie go with Christian. But instead of saying no, she agreed. Why?Probably just to avoid sounding biased or unfair toward Christian."If you're going to glare at me the whole ride, you might as well just say what's on your mind Sophie," Christian suddenly broke the silence, not taking his eyes off
After Emma slammed the door right at their faces, the tension between David and Christian didn’t ease. They stood there, locked in a glare, neither willing to be the first to look away.Neither of them said a word for several long seconds. Finally, David broke the silence.“Look,” he started. “I get it. You want to protect her. I do too. But this—” he gestured to the closed door, “—this isn’t helping. Fighting like this will only push Emma further away.”“Then maybe you should back off,” Christian said coldly. “Step aside so things can go back to normal. I'm capable of handling things here.”David raised an eyebrow, folding his arms. “Normal? And what does ‘normal’ mean to you, Christian? You being the only one by her side while I disappear? Is that what you think?”Christian’s eyes darkened. “Yes. I mean If you weren’t planning to stir up trouble, then why the hell did you rent an apartment in this building? Don’t give me that same
Emma slowly stirred awake, her eyebrows slightly knitting together as faint, deep voices echoed from somewhere near the front door. It wasn’t too loud, but loud enough to pull her out of sleep.She had become a light sleeper these past few days, always half-alert, especially after everything that had happened. Slowly, she sat up, wincing slightly from the pull in her side. Her bandages still felt tight around her ribs. Her walking aid and wheelchair were placed right beside the bed, but she carefully reached for the walking aid, steadying herself before standing up.As she shuffled towards the door, the voices became clearer. They were familiar... too familiar.“Sophie?” she called softly as she approached.Reaching the small hallway, Emma saw Sophie standing by the door, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her brows were furrowed, clearly frustrated. But what caught Emma’s attention more were the two voices—Christian and David.“I’ve al
Dr. Allen stood by the hospital bed, speaking softly to Emma. "Emma, remember, you still have your bandages on, so try not to strain yourself. No heavy lifting, no bending too much, and make sure to rest often. Your stitches need time to heal."Emma nodded, listening carefully. "Alright, Dr. Allen. I understand."David stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, listening even more seriously than Emma herself. His brows were furrowed as if he was the one with the injuries. He suddenly spoke up, glancing between Emma and the doctor. "Dr. Allen, don't you think it would be better if she used a wheelchair for a while? So she doesn't strain herself too much?"Dr. Allen opened his mouth to answer but was quickly interrupted by a low chuckle from the other side of the room. Christian.Christian stood leaning against the wall, arms folded, with a slight smirk on his face. "Hmm... I think a wheelchair isn't necessary. A walking aid or maybe a light rollator would be better, right, Dr. Alle
David stepped out of Emma's room, letting the door close quietly behind him. He pulled out his phone, glanced at the screen, and sighed. It was Oliver, his assistant, calling again."Yeah, Oliver," David answered, pinching the bridge of his nose as he started walking towards the quiet corner of the parking lot."Sir, the documents you were supposed to sign this afternoon are still pending. There’s also a contract that needs your review before tomorrow morning," Oliver reported.David let out a breath. "I know, Oliver. I’ll take care of it when I get to the office tomorrow. I’ve got something more important going on right now.""Okay, sir. Just letting you know the board is expecting your signature before tomorrow noon.”"Got it. I'll get everything done before noon... just remind me." David hung up and slipped the phone back into his pocket. He glanced at his wristwatch; he needed to go to the station to know the situation of th