Emma opened her eyes and found herself trapped in a vast and endless darkness. What was she doing here? She wondered and tried to speak, but realized that she couldn't even make a sound.Panicking, she tried to move and look for help, but all to no avail. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, yet she was aware of everything—her thoughts, her emotions, and everything happening around her.At that moment ,she noticed things that looked like revolving distant lanterns in the night. She tried to look closer and realized those lanterns carried some sort of images and videos within them.At first, there was only a comforting silence that enveloped her as the lanterns slowly approached her, but then, memories from the lanterns began to surface, one by one, forming a sequence that she couldn’t control. They were hazy at first, like distant images reflected in water. Then they sharpened, one after another, playing before her like scenes from an old film.Then she saw David.Emma saw the way the
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
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
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
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
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
“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
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
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
Emma opened her eyes and found herself trapped in a vast and endless darkness. What was she doing here? She wondered and tried to speak, but realized that she couldn't even make a sound.Panicking, she tried to move and look for help, but all to no avail. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, yet she was aware of everything—her thoughts, her emotions, and everything happening around her.At that moment ,she noticed things that looked like revolving distant lanterns in the night. She tried to look closer and realized those lanterns carried some sort of images and videos within them.At first, there was only a comforting silence that enveloped her as the lanterns slowly approached her, but then, memories from the lanterns began to surface, one by one, forming a sequence that she couldn’t control. They were hazy at first, like distant images reflected in water. Then they sharpened, one after another, playing before her like scenes from an old film.Then she saw David.Emma saw the way the