As Emma walked away from David, she didn’t turn back. She didn’t hesitate. She just left.Just as she reached her car, her phone rang. It was the hospital number. She froze for a second before answering.“Dr. Morgan?”“Yes, speaking.”“Henry is awake,” the voice on the other end said. “Your presence is needed at the hospital.”Her grip tightened on the phone. “I’ll be there as soon as possible.”Ending the call, she yanked open her car door and slid into the driver’s seat. Turning the key, she expected the familiar hum of the engine, but instead—silence.Emma frowned. She tried again. And again. The car refused to start.“No, no, not now,” she muttered under her breath, trying once more. The car remained dead.Her fingers trembled as she pulled out her phone to call her mechanic, but after several attempts, all she heard was,‘The number you have dialed is currently switched off’“Damn!” Emma exclaimed angrily. She needed to be at the hospital immediately; why wouldn't her car start?
As soon as Emma stepped out of the car, her gaze immediately landed on Allison, who stood a few meters away, watching them intently.She didn’t miss the way Allison tensed, how her fingers curled slightly into her palm before she forced a smile. But Emma saw right through it. The smile was tight, strained—forced. Emma knew exactly what was running through Allison’s mind. She knew Allison would assume the worst, wondering why she was together with David, but she didn’t care.Whatever Allison thought was her problem. Allison, however, quickly masked her emotions. She didn't want to act like a jealous lover jumping to conclusions and acting irrationally in front of David.Instead, she kept her composure and turned to him. “Our son just woke up. Come see him; he's been asking after you.” Her voice was steady, but Emma didn’t miss the flicker of unease in her eyes.David barely got a word in before she grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside.Emma exhaled. She had no reason to follow th
Emma stepped out of the ward, her gaze following the direction Allison had left. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she hesitated for a moment before walking after her. She clearly wasn’t fond of Allison, and she knew the feeling was mutual. But this wasn’t about rivalry or resentment—this was about understanding. No matter what, Allison was a mother. She had carried Henry, given birth to him, and raised him alone for two years. That kind of sacrifice could only mean one thing—she had loved David deeply, perhaps still did. Hearing her own son say that she had no real relationship with the man she had built a life around must have felt like a sharp knife cutting through her heart. Emma knew that pain too well. She had felt it more than once. So, despite the differences she had with Allison, she wasn't so heartless not to realize how hurt Allison must have felt at that instant.When she finally found Allison, the sight surprised her. Allison was leaning against a hospital wall in a
After leaving the hospital, Emma received a phone call. She answered it without much thought, feeling a bit exhausted by the events of the day.“Ms. Morgan? Your car has been repaired. You can come pick it up now.”Relief washed over her. At least something was finally going right today. “Thank you. I’ll be there soon.” She headed to the repair shop and walked inside. The mechanic greeted her with a nod. “How much do I owe you?” she asked, reaching into her bag. The man hesitated before responding, “It’s already been taken care of, Ms. Morgan.” Emma frowned. “What? By who?” “Mr. Grayson paid for everything.” Emma’s fingers tightened around her wallet.David.Of course, it was him. Always interfering, always handling things on her behalf without even asking. She should’ve known. Emma felt a bit uneasy. She wanted to refuse, to pay for it herself, but what was the point? The mechanic had already been paid. There was nothing more to say. Forcing herself to remain calm,
About an hour later, Emma was seen carrying a large grocery bag in each hand.As she approached her doorstep, she suddenly stopped in her tracks at the figure standing there.What was he doing here?David stood near the entrance of her house, his posture rigid, hands shoved deep into his pockets—just like he had at the hospital. Emma frowned. Something about him felt really off. Her hands trembled slightly, but she tightened her grip on the grocery bags, forcing herself to stay composed. What was he doing here? Why had he come to her house? A wave of unease settled over her as she stepped closer. Her mind raced—Claire was inside with Christian, and David was standing just right outside her door. Her stomach twisted in panic…He must not see Claire. She could not let that happen.The possibility of father and daughter meeting, of David looking into Claire’s face and realizing the truth, filled her with panic. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears.She had to make him leave—now. Be
The elevator doors were just about to close when David’s sharp eyes caught sight of movement behind Emma. His entire body went rigid. Christian. He was just stepping out of Emma’s house. David’s blood boiled. A rush of anger flooded his veins, overriding all logic. Without a second thought, he lunged forward, slamming his hand against the elevator doors to force them open again.“What the hell is he doing here, Emma? what is he doing in YOUR house?” His voice was sharp, his dark eyes burning as they locked onto Christian. Emma’s stomach twisted into knots. Her worst fear was coming true. More than anything, she feared what would happen if Claire innocently stepped outside. Ignoring David, her gaze darted to Christian, subtly tilting her head toward the door as if telling him to go back inside. But Christian merely glanced at her, his expression calm. Then, without a word, he patted her shoulder lightly, his touch firm yet reassuring. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke
“Yes, I want the transition to be gradual,” Christian said over the phone in an authoritative tone. “We can’t afford to disrupt operations too much, but the shift to New York is necessary. The market there is stronger, and our resources will be better utilized.” "Moving the company to the U.S.? That’s a huge shift. How will you handle logistics?” Christain's partner responded over the phone.Christian ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve already spoken to key stakeholders. Some are on board, but others will need convincing. The goal is to relocate the headquarters within the next few years. We’ll start by moving a few major departments, see how it works, and then expand from there.” “The board won’t like this. Some will definitely resist,” the other voice said, expressing his concerns.“That’s expected,” Christian replied. “I’ll handle them. If they can’t see the bigger picture, they’ll be left behind.” After a few more exchanges, Christian ended the call and set his phone down.
Emma sat at her desk, completely immersed in some paperworks. The hospital had been unusually busy that morning, and she barely had a moment to glance at the clock. When she finally did, she was surprised to see how much time had passed. A soft knock on her office door broke her focus. She looked up to see Dr. Hannah, one of her colleagues and a friend she had made at the hospital. Hannah leaned against the doorframe, smiling. “Hey, Emma, how is work going? I’m heading out for lunch. Want to join me?” Emma hesitated, her eyes flickering toward her phone. Christian had been picking her up for lunch almost every day lately, and she wasn’t sure if he would show up today. “I should probably check with someone first,” Emma said, pulling out her phone. Hannah raised a brow but nodded. “Sure, I’ll wait.” Emma quickly dialed Christian’s number. He picked up after a few rings. “Hey,” his familiar voice greeted her. “Hey,” Emma replied. “Are you coming to pick me up for lunch to
"Christian… would you… be willing to be with me?”The moment the words left Emma's mouth, she shut her eyes, unsure if she had said too much or not enough. Her heart was pounding now.There was a pause on the other end. For a second, she thought maybe the line had gone dead.Then his voice came through, gentle and serious."Are you still at home?" he asked."Yes," she replied quietly."Don’t go anywhere. Just wait for me."Before she could say anything else, he hung up.Christian stared at his phone for a second, as if trying to process what just happened. Then a wide smile spread across his face. His heart raced, his hands felt a little shaky, but in the best way possible.Without wasting a second, he grabbed his keys and headed straight for the door. He didn’t care how late it was or how tired he felt. All he knew was that he needed to see Emma right now. When Christian got to Emma’s apartment, he didn’t even wait for her to buzz him in—she was already by the door, waiting.He stoo
Christian pulled up in front of Emma's house. The car ride had been quiet, really quiet. As he parked, Emma unbuckled her seatbelt and said, "Thank you." Her voice was soft, almost distant.Christian watched her closely as she reached for the door handle. He wanted to say something—anything—that would make her pause, look back, maybe smile. But Emma just stared ahead, her face tired and unreadable.Before she could step out, he gently reached for her hand.“Emma,” he said softly, “how are you feeling?”She turned her eyes to him, surprised by the touch. There was a long silence before she finally shrugged.“I’m okay,” she muttered, but even she didn’t sound convinced.Christian gave her hand a small squeeze. “Don’t think too much about everything that happened tonight, alright? I know it feels heavy right now, but things will settle. Your dad… he’ll come around.”Emma let out a bitter scoff and looked away. “You think so? He’s too wrapped up in Isabel and Allison’s vines of lies to s
Christian stepped out of the car and walked straight toward David. His face was cold, and his eyes were sharp."I've given you enough chances, David," Christian said firmly. "More than once, and now, you've lost all your chances."David frowned, confused by the sudden confrontation. Before he could ask what Christian meant, Christian went on."I gave you the first chance to protect Emma. You failed. Then, I gave you a second chance—this time, to take her away with you. I deliberately stayed out of it, hoping you'd finally make a move. But, as always, you hesitated.”David opened his mouth to respond, but Christian cut him off."You decided to still be the same coward Emma fell in love with five years ago," Christian said bluntly.David's eyes showed a flicker of emotion, but he tried to stay calm. Christian just didn't care."Do you know the difference between the both of us?” Christian suddenly asked. “You don't need to answer that; I'll tell you myself. You're a very selfish man.”"
Christian didn’t waste anymore second.He stepped forward and pulled Emma’s hand away from David’s grip. His face was calm, but his eyes were sharp and cold. There was no need for words—his action said it all.“It’s getting late already,” Christian said, “Since the restaurant manager is here to handle things, and no one’s talking about what happened anymore. So, I guess everything’s fine and we can take our leave now.”David stayed quiet, his hands by his side, but his eyes followed Emma sadly.Christian turned to Mathew and gave a small, stiff nod. “Thank you for your hospitality tonight,” he said.And just like that, he turned to leave with Emma by his side.But they hadn’t gone far when Mathew called out.“Emma,” he said loudly.They stopped walking. Emma turned around slowly, her face calm but tired.Mathew walked toward her with a guilty look on his face. His voice was quiet and unsure.“I’m sorry… for how things turned out tonight,” he said. “I-”“This is the last time,” she sai
The garden had fallen into complete silence. Allison's words hung heavy in the air, like a bitter fog no one could escape from.David stood frozen, still holding Emma's wrist, but the strength in his fingers slowly weakened. His mind was in chaos, and guilt spread through his heart. Allison's voice kept repeating in his head, making him wonder if he had truly failed as a father.Emma felt David's grip loosen. She looked up at him and saw the guilt written clearly on his face. Her heart ached as she realized what he was thinking. He believed Allison's words. He believed he had been a bad father.Emma couldn’t stay silent anymore. Enough was enough. For too long, she had allowed Allison to control the conversation with her false accusations, her self-pity, and her guilt-tripping. But not anymore.She pulled her hand away gently from David and stepped forward, facing Allison head-on. There was a cold sneer on her lips as her sharp gaze met Allison's teary, dramatic expression."I don’t c
Christian, standing silently at Emma's side, had his eyes fixed on Isabel, but even he couldn't predict what was about to happen. He froze for a second, caught off guard. His instincts screamed for him to protect Emma, to shield her from the flying vase, but before his body could react, another figure shot past him at lightning speed.In that split second, Emma, standing still in shock, raised her arms halfway to shield herself. Her eyelids tightly closed, bracing for the sharp sting of glass and the crushing pain that was sure to follow.But the pain never came.Instead, she felt something else entirely. Strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a protective embrace.CRASH! The vase smashed against the figure's back with a loud, bone-jarring crack. The sound made Emma flinch even more as she closed her eyes even more tightly. Her heart was racing, her breath hitched, but the arms around her didn’t loosen even an inch.A loud voice broke through the heavy silence that followe
The commotion from the garden was impossible to ignore.The loud noise quickly pulled the attention of the guests inside the restaurant. Mathew and his family were not left out. They hurried to the garden, confused and anxious, only to find Allison sitting on the grass, tears running down her face. Emma stood a few feet away, her hands on her waist, her face calm but cold.Isabel let out a gasp the moment her eyes landed on Allison. Without a second thought, she rushed to her daughter’s side, crouching and cupping Allison's cheeks with trembling hands, her voice breaking as she asked, "Allison, what happened?! Who did this to you?!”Allison didn’t answer right away. She was in so much pain that she could barely speak. She was holding her cheeks, which still stung from the heavy slaps Emma had given her. For once, she wasn't faking the pain or the tears. Her head felt light, almost dizzy, from the force of the slaps.David, who had also seen the heartbreaking sight, stepped closer.
Emma wasn't surprised to see Allison standing there, blocking her path in the garden.In fact, she had half-expected it. Ever since the moment Allison had leaned forward at the dinner table, hiding behind her fake smiles and pitiful acts, Emma had sensed that she was likely to find her and cause trouble.There was a flicker in Allison's eyes, a hint of mischief beneath the polished act, and now, standing just a few feet away, that same flicker had transformed into a full-blown, wicked smile.Allison stepped closer, the expression of a wronged saint from the dining room now entirely gone, replaced by the one Emma remembered all too well."I did a wonderful job choosing this restaurant, right?" Allison asked, her lips curling as she spoke. The sweetness in her tone had vanished, and the woman standing before Emma was the real Allison — sharp, manipulative, and utterly unrepentant.Emma met her gaze, her face calm but her chest heavy with old memories. Her stomach twisted, not from fear
Emma let out a long, tired sigh. She placed her fork down on her plate, her appetite already gone even before the main course arrived. The shrimp cocktail she had been picking at just moments ago now sat untouched. No matter how fresh and well-prepared it looked, the sight of it no longer appealed to her. Her stomach twisted with frustration instead of hunger.Would these two ever stop? David and Christian were just throwing jabs at each other like schoolboys fighting over the last piece of candy. She had come here hoping, even though she knew it was almost impossible, for a quiet dinner, maybe even a little peace since Allison and Isabel hadn't said or played out any of their dramas yet.But instead, it felt like sitting in the middle of a war zone, with indirect insults flying across the table like wild bullets. The air at the table had grown thick and uncomfortable. Even Mathew, old as he was, wasn’t blind to the tension. He cleared his throat, loud enough for everyone to hear.