David stood in the hospital's waiting area, still staring in the direction Emma had disappeared, his mind struggling to catch up with what his eyes had just seen. Emma—here, in this hospital? The thought sent a jolt through him. He had spent years wondering where she had gone, what had become of her, and now, out of nowhere, she was right in front of him. A flood of questions swirled in his mind. How long had she been here? More than anything, he wanted to ask her everything—how she had been, what had happened after she left, and, most pressing of all, how she had managed to rebuild her life after their divorce. And to crown it all, she looked… stunning. Even after all these years, time had done nothing to dull her beauty. If anything, it had only refined it. Her dark hair, once soft waves, was now neatly pulled back, giving her this elegant, professional look. David swallowed, a strange tightness settling in his chest. He had expected a lot of things when he came to this hospital—
David stared at the picture on the nurse's phone, surprised. He saw a group of doctors walking out of the operating room while talking to each other. Although there were many people, he immediately saw that the focus of the photo was the two people in the center of the crowd. He thought that this was Dr. Morgan and...Emma. Dr. Morgan was just as he thought, a middle-aged woman, serious, calm, and very professional. As for Emma... Seeing Emma leaning close to Dr. Morgan, saying something with a smile on her face, David couldn’t help but frown. Emma seemed to be the same as before, always wanting to stand in the center to attract the attention of others. In such a serious occasion, how could she, an intern, walk in front of everyone and stand with Dr. Morgan? She was still laughing and not serious at all. Emma… again. Why does she keep showing up everywhere I turn? David thought. His mind was spinning as he looked back at the woman standing next to Emma. The middle-aged woman seemed
The moment their eyes met, Emma's expression flickered, betraying a storm of emotions—anger, betrayal, and a flash of something far more vulnerable, something that cut deeper than she wanted to admit. For that short moment, she looked exposed, like the walls she had built around herself had cracked. But then, just as quickly, she pulled herself together. Her face hardened, and she sat up straighter, looking calm and in control again. Remembering the photo of Dr. Morgan and Emma he'd just seen earlier, David quickly pieces all the information - it seemed that Emma was Dr. Morgan's student or assistant. Seeing Emma sitting on the chair with no intention of getting up, as if she was the owner of the chair, David sighed helplessly and said, “Emma, now is not the time to play role-playing games, can you please stand up and go find Dr. Morgan, I really have something important to talk to her about!” Realizing that David thought she probably dressed like this on purpose; he had alread
David stood frozen, his mind struggling to keep up. Emma. Emma Morgan. Now that he thought about it, It all made sense now—Morgan, Emma's late mother’s surname. Of course. And If there was anyone capable of helping Emma disappear completely and building her career, of creating a new identity so seamlessly that even the best private investigators he'd hired in the past had failed to track her, it had to be his grandfather. His influence, his resources—there was no doubt in David’s mind that his grandfather had orchestrated everything. Afterall, he was the same person who had used every means to make David sign the divorce papers, even to the point of threatening to disown him. And Emma? She had done more than just disappear. She had rebuilt herself from nothing, becoming someone remarkable…becoming Dr. Morgan. Yet, as David stood there, staring at her in stunned silence. A smirk spread across her lips as Emma tilted her head. "Why do you look so surprised, David? Shouldn’t you b
David stood frozen, his mind struggling to process Emma’s words. "I won’t be operating on Henry." The relief he had felt moments ago turned into something heavy and unbearable. He had expected anger, maybe even some resistance, but outright refusal? No. Not from Emma—not when she had admitted that Henry’s condition, though delicate, wasn’t impossible to treat. His chest tightened. He couldn’t understand. His voice came out uneven, disbelieving. "You— You’re refusing? Why?" She did hate Alison and David, and she did hope that they would not have an easy life, but Henry was innocent. How could she tell them that the probability of Henry surviving and recovering was very low? How could she say such cruel words? "I don’t owe you an explanation, David," she said. "I have the right to refuse any case, and I’m exercising that right now." David’s breath hitched. "The right to refuse?" He let out a dry, humorless laugh, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "You mean to tell me that after eve
Emma sat at her desk long after David had stormed out, her fingers still curled into the armrests of her chair. “I refuse to believe you'll just sit there and watch Henry die, Emma. Hell, This is not the Emma I know! When did you become like this?” David’s words echoed in her head, and she hated how much they affected her. She wasn’t heartless. She wasn’t cruel…but why did she feel so unsettled? Her jaw tightened as she suddenly felt angry. She had done nothing wrong. Henry’s condition was complex, and her decision was based on medical reasoning. She wasn’t obligated to explain herself to David. And yet… Why was she feeling bothered? She had believed she had moved on. That the past no longer held power over her. But in just a few minutes, with only a handful of words, David had unsettled her in ways she never expected. Had she really made the right decision? The thought disturbed her. By the time she left the hospital that evening, a deep frown had settled on her face. She
In the middle of the night, Emma's phone rang sharply, jolting her awake. She reached for the phone, blinking against the darkness. "Dr. Morgan speaking," she answered, voice hoarse from sleep. "Dr. Morgan, this is Dr. Allen from New York City Hospital. I’m sorry for the late call, but—" The voice on the other end was tense, rushed. "It’s about Henry Lawson." Emma sat up, fully awake now. Her fingers tightened around the phone as she heard his name. Henry… He continued. "His condition suddenly worsened. We’re doing everything we can, but he’s not responding as expected. We need a second opinion, and we were hoping—" Dr. Allen hesitated. "If you would be willing to consult on this." Emma was silent, not knowing what to say at this point. After a brief moment, she responded. “I'll think about it,” and hung up. She closed her eyes, feeling conflicted. She had promised herself that she wouldn’t get involved. That this wasn’t her fight. That she had already made her decision. But
The next day, Emma called Christian and invited him over for dinner. She wanted to talk to him about something important, and she felt she needed to see him in person. By evening, Emma busied herself in the kitchen, preparing a simple meal. Cooking had always been therapeutic for her, a way to ground herself when her thoughts became overwhelming. Tonight, she needed that sense of normalcy. As she placed the dishes on the counter, a soft knock echoed through the apartment. She wiped her hands on a kitchen towel, took a deep breath, and opened the door. Christian stood there, his familiar, easygoing smile on his face, dressed in a dark sweater and jeans. His presence was a welcome comfort, but as his gaze swept over her face, his smile faded, and a more serious expression settled in its place. "You look like you’ve made a big decision," he observed, stepping inside and glancing around. Emma gave a small nod, closing the door behind him. "I have." Christian walked into the dinin
The days passed in a blur as Emma worked tirelessly to settle back into New York. Between her new position as a visiting medical consultant and her ongoing recovery, she barely had a moment to herself. But despite her packed schedule, one thing took priority above all else—finding the perfect school for Claire.After thorough research and numerous calls, Emma had finally settled on one of the most prestigious private schools in the city. The curriculum was excellent, the environment warm, and most importantly, it felt like the right place for Claire to thrive.The final step in the process was the admission interview. Emma had expected it to be routine—just a few questions about Claire’s background, education, and personality. But as she sat across from the school's admission panel, she quickly realized the interview was more intrusive than she had anticipated.“Ms. Morgan, could you tell us a little about Claire’s father?”Emma stiffened slightly. The question wasn’t unexpected, but
Papers were stacked neatly on Dr. Allen's desk, medical journals piled in one corner. Emma sat opposite him, her hands resting on her lap as she listened to him speak. “I’m truly grateful you reconsidered, Dr. Morgan.” Dr. Allen's voice was filled with warmth. “Staying in New York to recover is the right decision. Your health should always come first.” Emma gave a small, polite nod, but internally, she scoffed. Reconsidered? That made it sound like she had made the choice willingly. If it were up to her, she and Claire would be on a flight out of New York long ago. But she hadn’t been given that choice. The city—no, someone—had made sure of that. Dr. Allen continued, his smile widening. “And I must say, I’m beyond pleased that you’ve also decided to accept our offer as a visiting medical consultant. It's our privilege to officially have you here, Dr. Morgan.”“Thank you, Dr. Allen,” she said, maintaining a composed expression. Medical consultant.That was the formal title. Sh
The tension in the airport lounge was thick, pressing against Emma as she tried to make sense of the situation. Just moments ago, she had been ready to leave New York behind. Now, she stood in the middle of a bureaucratic nightmare, unable to board the plane despite having done everything by the book. Her fingers curled tightly around her phone as she listened to the airport official explain—again—that they had received strict instructions preventing her from traveling. “We have been informed that you recently underwent major surgery, Dr. Morgan,” the airport manager said, his tone polite but unyielding. “For your own safety, and based on medical advisories, we cannot allow you to fly at this time.” Emma’s heart pounded. How did they know that? The only ones who were supposed to have access to her medical records were the hospital staff and herself. Her gaze flickered to Christian, who stood beside her, arms crossed, lips pressed in a thin line. He had sensed something was w
“You are not fit to travel, Dr. Morgan.” Dr. Allen’s voice was firm, his sharp gaze fixed on Emma as she sat on the hospital bed, already dressed in casual clothes. He held her medical chart in one hand, tapping it lightly against his palm in frustration. Emma sighed and took a deep breath. She'd already lost count of the number of times Dr. Allen had tried convincing her to stay back in New York.She felt fine, and had recovered quite significantly. She wanted to return back to Switzerland, to her old, safe haven.Afterall, Henry had recovered quite well and Dr. Allen could monitor his recovery and take good care of him. There was nothing left for her in New York anymore.“I know my body quite well, Dr. Allen. I can travel,” Emma stated firmly.Doctor Allen shook his head and let out a tired sigh. It seemed he was also tired of arguing with Emma, but wasn't ready to give up yet.“Knowing your body doesn’t change medical facts. You had surgery, Dr. Morgan. Flying is not advisable i
Christian had just stepped out of the elevator, heading towards Emma's room when he spotted a group of people leaving Emma’s hospital room. His gaze instinctively swept over them, taking in the sight of the older man at the front who wore a resigned expression, his shoulders slightly hunched as if carrying a weight too heavy for him. Beside him, a woman walked with a stiff posture, her lips pressed into a thin line of irritation.It was the last person in the group that caught his attention. The young woman walked slightly behind the others, her head bowed low, long strands of dark hair flowing over her face, hiding her features. But Christian’s eyes lingered on her for a second longer than necessary. Something about her presence triggered an odd sensation within him—a sense of familiarity he couldn’t quite place. His brows furrowed slightly as he tried to recall where he had seen her before. He could only catch a glimpse of her delicate nose, the curve of her chin beneath her lo
After David left Emma's hospital room, the police came to see her. They explained that the driver who had hit her was DUI, and had been arrested. So, Emma didn't really think much about it at the moment.But when she lay quietly on the bed, thinking about the whole incident…the more odd it seemed to her. Infact, the more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became.Her fingers clenched the sheets as fragmented memories of the accident replayed in her mind. The moment of the crash. The way her body had been thrown forward. The pain that had spread through her like wildfire. Then—darkness. But there was something else.A man.She had seen him, standing over her as she lay helpless on the cold pavement. He had pulled out a phone, speaking to someone, but before she could clearly see his face, she'd lost consciousness. But his voice had been steady, too calm—nothing like someone who was drunk or high.Emma frowned. If he had truly been intoxicated, how could he have spoken so cl
The fire escape room was dimly lit, the air inside thick with tension between the two men who now stood facing each other. David was the first to speak, his voice sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. “What do you want with Emma?” he demanded, his gaze fixed on Christian. If looks could kill, Christian would already be buried six feet under from the intensity of David's glare. It felt as if he were in an interrogation room, accused of a serious crime.Christian arched a brow, surprisingly unfazed by David’s aggressive stance.“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” David stepped forward, closing the distance between them, his eyes dark and probing. “It is my business,” he countered. “Emma and I—” “Are nothing,” Christian interrupted smoothly, his voice calm, unbothered. “You both have nothing to do with each other. You clearly made sure of that five years ago.” David’s jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “I’m not going to ask again
The doctor had barely left the room when David let out a long breath, attempting to release the tension that had been gripping him. His hands, which had been clenched into fists for what felt like an eternity, finally eased as he raked his fingers through his hair. It was only then that the weight of his own actions hit him. He had been so consumed by his emotions, jealousy, and frustration that he hadn’t even asked the most important question. How was Emma feeling? What had even happened to her? His jaw tightened at the realization. He had let his emotions take control, completely overlooking the fact that she had just come out of a coma.He turned his attention back to her. She looked so fragile sitting in that hospital bed, her face slightly pale, yet there was something in her eyes that made his heart tighten. Without thinking much, he walked over and pulled a chair beside her bed. “How are you feeling?” His voice was lower now, softer than before. Emma hesitated fo
David stood frozen in the doorway, his sharp gaze locked on the scene before him. Emma, still pale and weak from her coma, sat upright in her hospital bed while Christian stood close…too close for David’s liking. From the angle he had walked in, it looked as if Christian had been leaning in toward Emma, hugging her intimately, their bodies inches apart. A slow, simmering anger built in David’s chest. His fists clenched at his sides as he took a step forward, his voice cutting through the tense silence. “What the hell is going on here?!”His eyes, burning with fury, locked onto Christian, who remained irritatingly composed.Emma parted her lips, about to speak, but before she could utter a word, Christian gently placed a hand over hers, his touch light yet possessive. “Don’t stress yourself, Emma,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost affectionate. “Let me handle this.”The way he said it—so effortlessly intimate—made David’s vision blur with rage. His hands, already curled into f