David sat in the sterile hospital corridor, his fingers tapping the armrest of the chair as he waited for the doctor to clean and suture Allison's wounds.His mind was a whirlwind of confusion, and despite the quiet surroundings, the noise inside his head was deafening. He didn't understand why Emma hated Allison so much. Emma had always been close to Allison; So why was she suddenly so agitated and angry around Allison ever since she came back? It was hard for him to imagine that the woman he had known, who had always been kind and considerate, could intentionally hurt anyone, let alone her own sister. The more David thought about it, the more a sinking feeling gnawed at him. If the problem wasn't Emma; Was it possible that Allison had intentionally hurt herself to provoke a rift between him and Emma? Just then the door opened and his gaze landed on Allison. Her face was pale from pain, beads of sweat clinging to her forehead, and her lips were bitten, swollen, and trembling. He
"Henry, Allison's child, she gave birth to him abroad," David immediately spoke first after recovering from the shock of seeing Emma.Emma’s eyes widened in shock as she turned to Allison in disbelief. “When did you get married? And where is the child’s father?”Allison began, “Henry’s father is-”“His father is abroad. Allison brought the child back alone,” David suddenly interjected, cutting her off. His tone carried a subtle warning as he turned his attention briefly to Allison, who fell silent, sensing the sharpness in his words.Allison clenched her fists in anger, realizing that David clearly did not want to acknowledge Henry. She was so furious, but she knew better than to challenge him further. She could only swallow the unspoken words unwillingly.Seeing that Emma showed no signs of remorse or concern for Allison, and noticing that even David seemed to stand firmly by her side since the moment she entered the room, Emma's stepmother could no longer hold back her rage.Her fac
Emma walked slowly with Henry in her arms, unsure of where to go. The day had been a whirlwind of emotions, and she needed somewhere to gather herself. The only place that came to mind was the amusement park—the very one she loved to visit since she was a child as she thought it might help calm her down.As she walked through the park, she noticed Henry seemed tense. His silence made Emma uneasy, and when she glanced at him, he avoided her gaze. She frowned, wondering if it was because of her outburst earlier. She had raised her voice, and now, he seemed afraid of her. The realization made her feel a bit guilty.She slowed her pace and crouched down to his level, her voice gentle. “Do you think we look scary when we argue?”He didn’t answer right away, but his eyes flickered up to meet hers for a brief moment. Emma smiled softly, hoping to reassure him.“Hey, it’s okay, don’t be scared,” she continued, kneeling down to his level. “Sometimes families argue. But we always forgive each
"Mrs. Lawson, after the examination, everything looks fine," the doctor said, looking at Emma with a sharp gaze. "I would advise you to be more cautious in the future. Avoid climbing too high. Even if you don't think about your own safety, consider the child's safety."Emma, wrapped in bandages, looked like she had been through a rough ordeal. Her clothes were worn at the elbows, back, and legs, with the exposed skin showing varying degrees of abrasions. Her appearance was a mess, and she felt really embarrassed.Emma’s guilt weighed heavily on her, and as the doctor spoke, her shame grew even more. She shifted uncomfortably and then, with a trembling voice, asked, “Doctor, how is the child? Is he okay?” The doctor sighed then gave her a kind smile. “The child is fine. Don’t worry. Even though it’s only one month old, the embryo is very strong—” Emma’s head began to spin before he could finish. The words blurred in her mind, and a loud ringing filled her ears. She stared at the d
Emma stood outside the door, her blood running cold as the truth shattered her reality. She had never dreamed that Henry was actually the child of David and Allison!Her mind raced, trying to piece everything together. David’s strange behavior, his nervousness, and his anger about Henry getting hurt now made sense.She thought that as long as she explained the situation clearly, David would believe her, but it was so obvious that he was clearly venting his emotions on her because he loves his son so much, hence her explanation wasn't important to him at all. A pang of sadness and anger immediately surged through Emma. How dare David lie to her and accuse her so sanctimoniously? She clenched her fists, her body trembling with the urge to storm in and slap everyone in that room. But as her hand subconsciously touched her belly, the reality of the situation sank in. What about her child? She didn’t want her baby to grow up without a father. If she told David about the pregnancy, would
Emma's chest tightened as she looked at the man she had loved since childhood. For the first time, she couldn't completely understand what was going through his mind. She thought David did not want to divorce her because he was afraid of his grandfather and her father's opposition to such a scandal; at the same time, she also thought David still harbored resentment toward Allison for abandoning him on their wedding day; Lastly, Emma assumed David wanted to protect his reputation and avoid being seen as the one who initiated the divorce, thereby avoiding the blame. In all these, she was sure of one thing—it wasn’t because David loved her or couldn’t bear to let her go.Meanwhile, Allison was filled with anger and hatred. She couldn't let David continue to interfere in her plans anymore. She had to separate them completely today!With tears flowing freely, she clasped her hands together towards Emma. “Please Emma, forgive me. It was never my intention to b
A week had passed since that night in the hospital, but Emma still couldn't shake the image of David's face when he heard that she wanted a divorce. His expression had been so chaotic — disbelief, anger, sadness, and even a touch of grievance. She couldn’t understand why he had shown such a complicated expression.Anyways, she was too tired to try and figure out what went on in his mind anymore. She had made her decision; she was going to divorce him and what he thought didn't matter to her.Moreover, Emma hadn’t seen David since that night. He must have been busy making up for the time lost with Henry, repairing their relationship. As for her, she wasn’t idle either. She had been busy packing up her things, preparing to leave. Once David signed the divorce papers, they would have nothing more to do with each other.But Emma also knew that even if her divorce with David was a foregone conclusion, she still needed to inform David's grandfather. She sighed, remembering that she once
Five years later, Geneva, Switzerland. "Clamp off," Emma instructed, her voice calm but firm. One of the nurses quickly complied, and the heart began beating on its own. "Excellent work, Dr. Morgan," one of the residents said, his tone filled with admiration. Emma didn’t respond immediately. Her focus remained on the patient until she was satisfied with the stability of the vitals. Finally, she stepped back and nodded. “Close him up and monitor his recovery closely. The next 24 hours are critical.” As she stripped off her gloves and gown, the head nurse approached her. “Dr. Morgan, you never cease to amaze us. That was a high-risk procedure, and you handled it like it was routine.” Emma offered a small smile, though her mind was already on her next task. “It’s what we’re trained to do. Let’s hope the patient agrees with us in recovery.” She exited the OR and headed to her office. The walls were lined with certificates, awards, and framed articles praising her groundbreaking wor
Emma lay in bed, sipping her coffee as she scrolled through her work email. Just as she was about to reply to an urgent message, a knock on the door pulled her attention away. Before she could respond, the door swung open, and Claire, dressed in her cute pajamas, walked in, her face lighting up with a bright smile. Without hesitation, she rushed toward Emma and wrapped her little arms around her waist. “Good morning, Mommy!” Claire greeted sweetly, her voice bright and full of energy.Emma smiled, setting her coffee aside as she returned the hug. “Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?” Claire nodded eagerly. “Yes! And I have a surprise for you!” Emma raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “A surprise? What kind of surprise?” Instead of answering, Claire clapped her hands twice. The door creaked open again, and to Emma’s astonishment, Christian stepped in, dressed like a professional chef, complete with a white hat and apron. He pushed a trolley loaded with covered dishes, his
Allison’s face turned pale as both David and Emma stared at her. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She knew if she didn't do something now, David was likely to believe Emma and find out the entire truth. Right at that moment, Isabel walked in, carrying a neatly arranged basket of food. The moment she entered, the heavy tension in the room shifted slightly. Her sharp gaze swept over the scene, immediately sensing the unease that lingered between David and Allison. Raising an eyebrow, she set the basket down. “What is going on here?” she asked in a no-nonsense tone. Though she was addressing all of them, her eyes lingered on Allison, as if silently asking her what the problem was. When she noticed the tense and nervous look on Allison's face, Isabel didn't hesitate to stand in front of her daughter in a protective stance as she glanced at Emma and David. When Allison saw her mother's protective stance, her confidence returned knowing she wasn't alone. She li
The hospital hallway had grown eerily quiet as the minutes dragged on. The surgery had lasted the entire day, and everyone was drained and exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Mathew and Isabel had arrived a few hours earlier to offer their support. However, as the day stretched into the night, they had no choice but to return home, leaving only David and Allison behind to continue waiting. However, before they left, David, noticing how pale and weary Allison looked, let out a quiet sigh before turning to her. “Allison, you should go home with your parents. You’ve been through enough today,” he said gently. “I’ll stay and wait for any updates on Henry.” But Allison shook her head firmly. “No, David. I can’t leave—not until I know for sure that my son is safe,” she insisted, her voice filled with worry. David had assumed it was only a mother’s deep love for her son that kept her here, but Allison’s reasons were far more complex. She wasn’t just worried about Henry’s wel
Outside the operating room, Allison sat rigidly beside Isabel, her hands clenched together. Anxiety gnawed at her, making every passing second unbearable. Her heart pounded against her ribs, but her expression was unreadable—cold, detached, but beneath it all, restless fear consumed her. She didn’t know what was happening behind those closed doors, but one thing was certain in her mind: if anything happened to Henry, Emma would pay for it. David, who had been standing a few feet away, finally moved to sit beside her. His voice was calm, steady. “Henry is strong, Allison. He’ll make it through this,” he tried to reassure her. Alison nodded, but still stared at the door of the operating room, praying that Henry would be okay, otherwise she would definitely kill Emma! Isabel’s face darkened as she turned to David, her voice sharp with accusation. “I really hope so because I don't understand how you could leave my grandson’s life in the hands of your ex-wife.” She spat out the last t
Allison took a deep breath, forcing a hesitant smile as she looked up at David. “Maybe… maybe you’re right,” she said softly. “I just need a moment to process everything. Can you get me a drink from the cafeteria? I need something to calm my nerves.” David’s tense expression softened slightly. “Of course. What do you want?” “Just water,” she replied quickly. “Thank you.” Without a second thought, David nodded and turned toward the hospital cafeteria. The moment he was out of sight, Allison’s expression hardened. She spun on her heels and hurried down the hallway. She had one goal in mind—find Emma’s office and give her a piece of her mind. And she wasn’t leaving until she made sure Emma stayed out of their lives for good. It didn't take her long to locate Emma and when she got to her office, she didn’t even knock before pushing the door open. Emma barely had time to look up before Allison hissed, “Leave New York. Right now.” Emma arched a brow, unimpressed. “I don’t take
Dr. Allen and David both turned to Allison in complete shock, their eyes wide with disbelief. “What?!” They both exclaimed. Allison’s face hardened as she met their stares, her jaw clenched. She had expected their shock, but it didn’t deter her from the decision she had already made. She squared her shoulders, her jaw tightening as she met David’s gaze with defiance. “I don’t trust her with my son,” she said firmly. “And I'm not about to risk my son's life. So, my answer is no! Emma will not be handling Henry's surgery.” Everywhere was silent. Dr. Allen was utterly confused by the turn out of the event. How could Allison refuse to let Dr. Morgan handle her son's surgery? Did she really know what was at stake here? Did she actually think about the situation at hand before speaking? Emma, who had been standing calmly the entire time, finally spoke. “If my medical expertise isn't needed here, then I’ll take the next available flight back to Geneva.” “No,” David interjected sharp
"Emma is Dr. Morgan." For a brief moment, the air seemed to freeze, and a heavy silence swallowed the room. No one moved. No one dared to breathe. Then, instead of reacting with shock or disbelief, Isabel let out a sharp, mocking laugh—loud and unapologetic, as if David had just told the most ridiculous joke of the century. Allison, on the other hand, pressed her lips together, trying—and failing—to suppress her amusement. A quiet chuckle escaped her, and she quickly turned her head away, as if pretending to clear her throat. But the slight tremble in her shoulders gave her away. Isabel didn’t bother hiding her reaction. She shook her head, laughing openly, her voice dripping with mockery. "Oh, that’s rich!" Isabel sneered, wiping an imaginary tear from the corner of her eye. "Emma? Dr. Morgan? Please, David, be serious!" Allison chuckled, folding her arms. "You seriously expect us to believe that SHE is the famous Dr. Morgan?" Isabel scoffed as she glared at Emma condescen
New York at night carried an air of nostalgia that Emma couldn’t shake off. As the car rolled through the familiar streets, she gazed out the window, watching the twinkling city lights blur past. It had been years since she had last been here, yet the city still felt like a distant memory rather than home. Seated beside her, Claire was brimming with excitement, her little face pressed against the glass. “Mommy, it’s so bright here! Have you lived here before?” she asked curiously. Emma smiled softly, tucking a strand of her daughter's hair behind her ear. “A long time ago,” she murmured. Christian, who sat in the driver’s seat, glanced at Emma through the rearview mirror. “You’ll get used to it again,” he said lightly. “New York has a way of pulling people back.” When they finally arrived at Christian’s apartment, Emma took a moment to admire the sleek yet cozy space. She turned to him with curiosity. “I thought your family mainly stayed in Europe. Why do you have a place here
The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Allison sat beside Henry’s hospital bed, her fingers gently wrapped around his small, fragile hand. His skin was cold—too cold. Every shallow breath he took sent a shiver of fear down her spine. She wanted to believe that everything would be okay, that Henry would wake up and smile at her again. But fear clawed at her chest, whispering dark thoughts she couldn't ignore as she watched her weak and pale son lying helpless on the hospital bed. What if he didn’t make it? What if she lost him? And—though she hated herself for even thinking it—but what if losing Henry meant losing everything else? For years, the world had seen her as Mrs. Lawson. Even though David had never married her, she had been the mother of his son, the woman always by his side at events, the one reporters called his partner. That alone had secured her place by his side, made her important, made her somebody. But without Henry, what