Nicole was so overwhelmed with emotion that she didn’t even realize her eyes had turned red. Helen froze at the sight of her losing control. After a long silence, she wiped her tears and cautiously said, “Nicole, don’t be mad. I promise—I’ll keep living. Okay?” Seeing the guilt and unease on Helen’s face, Nicole became aware of her own outburst. She quickly gathered herself, smoothing out her tone. “I’m not mad. I just don’t want you to leave me again.” At those words, Helen’s lips trembled. She covered her face with both hands, sobbing uncontrollably. When she had given birth to Nicole, she had been so happy. Even though she had married a man like Richard, she had still clung to the hope that life could be good. But she had underestimated just how cruel Richard could be. The moment he realized that Helen’s attention had shifted—no longer at his beck and call—he flew into a rage. And then, one day, he had taken their newborn daughter and dumped her next
No matter how much Nicole had mentally prepared herself, hearing those words directly from RIchard’s mouth still sent a cold shiver down her spine. But years of surviving the orphanage had taught her one thing—fear wouldn’t solve anything. The only way to eliminate fear was to confront it head-on. Forcing herself to stay calm, she locked eyes with RIchard and said in a steady, warning tone, “If you so much as lay a finger on us, I’ll make sure you rot in this prison for the rest of your life. Don’t expect me to show you any father-daughter mercy.” RIchard let out a low, chilling laugh. “Father-daughter mercy?” His voice dripped with disdain. “You little bastard. You’re not my daughter. And that’s exactly why I won’t hold back.” Nicole’s mind blacked out for a split second. His earlier threats had only made her afraid, unsettled. But this—this single sentence—sent her entire world into chaos. I’m not his daughter? Then… who is my father? Is he alive? Whe
After ending the call with the director, Nicole turned to the rideshare driver. “Sir, can we get to Metropolitan University Hospital in twenty minutes?” The ride-share driver shook his head. “Sorry, miss, I’ve got another pickup first. It’ll take at least thirty minutes to get there.” Thirty minutes was too slow. Without hesitation, Nicole told the driver to stop and got out, heading to the curb to hail a taxi. Taxi drivers in the city knew the streets inside and out. As long as you paid enough, they’d drive like they were piloting a plane. Just as she was about to flag one down, a sleek black Mercedes G-Wagon pulled up beside her. The tinted window rolled down, revealing a man with gold-rimmed glasses—Alexander. “Nicole, need a ride?” “I need to get to Metropolitan University Hospital now—a patient needs emergency surgery. Can you get me there in twenty minutes?” Alexander smirked. “I’ll get you there in fifteen.” He patted his chest confidently, makin
"Alexander, I’m asking you one last time—when the hell did you and Nicole get together?!" Travis’s voice was like a ticking time bomb, every word laced with explosive fury. "Have you two been having an affair this whole time?" The thought alone sent molten rage surging through his veins. For years, Nicole’s world had revolved around him—her love, her loyalty, her unwavering devotion. Had it all been a lie? Had there always been another man in her heart? The idea was unbearable. It clawed at him, igniting something raw and uncontrollable inside him. Alexander took in Travis’s livid expression—his face shifting from red to white with anger—and nearly laughed. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Back then, Travis had been so indifferent, so dismissive of Nicole’s love. And now? Now, he was acting like a desperate man on the verge of losing everything. How ironic. Alexander could see it clearly—Travis himself didn’t even understand what was happening t
Travis turned at the sound of the security guard’s whistle, spotting the man approaching quickly from the hospital entrance, his black mask barely hiding his irritation. Alexander smirked, spreading his arms in a mock invitation. “What do you say, Mr. Graham? Want to make tomorrow’s headlines?” No matter how furious he was, Travis wasn’t about to let his reputation—or his company’s stock—take a hit over a parking lot brawl. He cast Alexander a cold glance and straightened his disheveled tie. “I have no interest in making headlines this way.” With that, he turned and strode toward his Maserati. Alexander watched him go, then casually added, “Nicole doesn’t love you anymore. Wake up and stop living in denial.” That was a direct hit. Travis froze. His breath caught in his throat. Slowly, he turned his head, his voice low and strained. “…Impossible.” Alexander chuckled to himself, enjoying the unraveling of the man who had once treated Nicole as disposab
As the bullet was gradually loosened from the tissue, every medical professional in the room unconsciously let out a breath of relief. Except for Nicole. The bullet was almost fully extracted, but there was no guarantee that it hadn’t compromised a nearby artery. In some cases, the bullet itself could act as a temporary seal, preventing massive bleeding. If she removed it too abruptly, the artery could rupture, leading to an uncontrollable hemorrhage. A single miscalculation could be fatal. “Dr. Spencer, we need to move quickly,” one of the doctors urged. The longer an open surgery lasted, the higher the risks for the patient. Nicole knew that. The patient had already suffered one major blood loss—speed was important. But not as important as ensuring the patient’s survival. “We’re not rushing this,” she said firmly. “I need to check that all arteries are intact and that the circulatory flow is stable.” Only after confirming that could she safely remove
As soon as Nicole stepped into the car, the elderly man set down his wine glass and greeted her with a warm smile. “Miss Spencer, pleasure to meet you. I’m Mr. Chancer.” He extended a polite hand. Out of courtesy, Nicole shook it lightly. “Mr. Chancer, nice to meet you. May I ask why you wanted to see me?” Nicole had been running around all day, and at this point, all she wanted was to collapse onto her bed in her tiny apartment. Mr. Chancer easily picked up on her exhaustion. He smiled kindly. “No need to be nervous, Miss Spencer. I won’t take much of your time. I just wanted to personally thank you for saving my youngest son—nothing more.” With that, he turned and picked up a small, heavy bag, holding it out to her. “A small token of gratitude,” he said with an easy chuckle. Nicole immediately recognized what it was. She quickly raised her hands and refused. “Mr. Chancer, I really can’t accept this. My compensation comes from the hospital—surgery f
The hospital director’s smile stiffened slightly when Nicole asked about Mr. Chancer. He sighed. “Mr. Chancer was an old friend of mine from my younger days. He once saved my life, and later, I saved his. That kind of bond… well, it never really fades.” “But over the years, we both got busy with our own lives, and we lost touch. If it weren’t for his son’s emergency, I wouldn’t have even known he was in town.” The director glanced in the direction where the Lincoln had disappeared, his expression complicated. “Anyway, you saved his son. That means, from now on, you’ve got a powerful backer in this city.” Nicole picked up on the subtle shift in his tone. It was clear he didn’t want to dwell on his past with Mr. Chancer, so she didn’t press further. Just as the director was about to fetch his car to drive her home, another voice chimed in. “No need, Director. I’ll take her home.” Alexander had appeared at just the right moment. The director recognized him
Nicole thought she must have misheard him.Or perhaps she was dreaming.So when Travis said, "Nicole, settle down. Stay here. Let's live well together," she couldn't help but laugh coldly."Travis, do you even know what you're saying?""Just behave and I won't make things difficult for you." Travis clenched his fist."We're divorced. Saying these things now is meaningless." Nicole turned her head away, refusing to look at him."But isn't this how we've lived for all these years?"Nicole tilted her head back and laughed, her eyes reddening.Had this man forgotten how he had hurt her?"Fine. Untie me first, and we'll discuss this further." Nicole offered Travis a rare smile.Travis was taken aback by Nicole's sudden smile, but the darkness in his expression lightened considerably."Promise me you won't run away again." Travis sat on the floor, gradually moving closer to Nicole's side.His black shirt was half-open, revealing toned muscles.Nicole still wouldn't look at him,
Once Travis realized how important Nicole was to him, he would surely treat her well.But that process would be painful.Nicole would have to suffer a bit.James wasn't sure if Nicole could wait for that day to come."James, you know exactly what my relationship with your boss has been like all these years. What's the point of going back? To endure more of his insults?""Mrs. Graham, perhaps things aren't as bad as you think." James naturally sided with Travis.The reason was simple: Travis was his meal ticket.Besides, having worked for Travis for so many years, James believed his boss wasn't truly a bad person."Stop calling me Mrs. Graham. How many times do I have to tell you?" Nicole got a headache just hearing that title."Yes, Mrs. Graham. I'll be more careful in the future. Will you come back with me now?" James bowed respectfully to Nicole.Nicole shook her head with a bitter smile."James, do you not understand what I'm saying?""Mrs. Graham, you can't beat these t
"I know what game you're playing," Nicole said quietly.She lightly raised her foot to kick away Lucy's hand, then calmly brought the basin of hot water to Travis.Seeing Nicole easily dodge her attempt, Lucy's smile momentarily froze."Where's your washcloth?" Nicole glanced at Lucy, a slight curve to her lips, then turned toward Travis.Travis pointed to the wardrobe across from his hospital bed. "In there.""Hmm." Nicole turned and opened the wardrobe, immediately spotting the small white square cloth on top.As she was about to close the wardrobe door, she heard the sudden sound of a basin crashing to the floor behind her.This was followed by Lucy's scream."Ah! It's burning hot!"Nicole quickly turned around to see the hot water she'd carefully brought now spilled all over the floor.Lucy was soaked, moaning as she clutched her reddened arm."Nicole, did you do this on purpose? Did you deliberately place the basin precariously?" Travis's accusation immediately followed
"How am I supposed to drink this soup? It's scalding hot!"Travis discovered his hand firmly trapped in Nicole's grip, his handsome face darkening like the bottom of a pan.When he tried to use brute force to break free, he realized that the normally soft and gentle Nicole now possessed astonishing strength.The cold-faced Nicole before him seemed completely unfamiliar.She hardly resembled the woman he had so easily pushed around before."Mr. Graham, if the soup is too hot, you can drink it slowly. But isn't it time to break this bad habit of knocking over dishes whenever you're upset?""You used to blow on it to cool it down before feeding me. Why can't you do that now?" Travis was accustomed to Nicole's meticulous care.But the current Nicole treated him with less warmth than his household staff.Her cold, aloof attitude infuriated Travis."Mr. Graham, I suggest you wake your mind up. We're divorced. I'm no longer your wife. How could I possibly treat you like before?"Nic
Ben spoke with such sincerity that Nicole felt she would be letting him down if she refused."No problem."Nicole had heard that Ben was wealthy, but she didn't know the extent of his wealth.It wasn't until she saw the sprawling lawn, European-style villa, outdoor swimming pool, tennis court, and basketball court on Ben's phone that her perception of him was completely refreshed."If you have no objections, let's sign a contract."Ben pulled out a briefcase from behind him and extracted three copies of an employment contract.Nicole finally realized something was off."Professor Wallace, you came prepared tonight?"Ben made no attempt to hide his intentions. "Yes. Calvin really likes you. He keeps talking about the pretty Professor Spencer... What can I say? The things we do as parents."After quickly reviewing the contract and finding no issues, Nicole signed it.Even after showing Ben out of her apartment, Nicole still found the situation unbelievable.Was she now working
"I'd appreciate fewer jokes like that. I don't want the whole school filled with rumors about us."Recently, due to the surgery and other matters, Nicole and Ben had been spending more time together, which had already sparked gossip that they were dating.Nicole had to repeatedly explain, "Don't misunderstand—Professor Wallace and I have a purely professional relationship!""Professor Spencer, no need to explain. You're both single—there's nothing wrong if you've fallen in love," her colleagues would tease.Only Richard would grimly say, "Professor Spencer, Professor Wallace's family situation is complicated. You'd be better off with someone whose background is simpler and cleaner."As for why he described Ben's background as complicated, Richard didn't dare elaborate. Ben had happened to walk by at that moment and shot him a warning glance."So, Professor Spencer, are you suggesting we should maintain a proper distance?" Ben asked, his eyes fixed intently on Nicole's."Yes." Ni
"Professor Wallace, you're quite the smooth talker. I imagine you're good at winning over the ladies."After years of being insulted and belittled by Travis, being complimented by another man felt strange to Nicole. She even felt herself getting warm.She stood up, gathering the empty dishes, and turned toward the kitchen.From behind her came the man's deep, magnetic voice."Professor Spencer, I'm not good at winning women over. I'm good at keeping them at a distance."Nicole paused. "Those women must be quite heartbroken then!"With that, she hurried into the kitchen.She turned on the faucet, cool water running over her skin.Her rational mind gradually cleared.Nicole, men love to sweet-talk, don't let yourself be fooled by their words.She reminded herself of this as she washed the dishes."Washing dishes this way wastes water. Let me do it."Ben, having finished his meal, walked into the kitchen and noticed Nicole staring absent-mindedly at the running water."Sorry,
Nicole was exhausted.After returning to her dorm and quickly freshening up, she slept from 2 PM straight through until 6 PM.She hurriedly ordered ingredients from a delivery app, then tidied up her apartment.After spending half an hour washing and chopping vegetables, she realized it was already seven o'clock.Ben knocked on her door right on time."Professor Spencer, is dinner ready?" he asked, walking in with drinks in hand.Nicole glanced at her cold stove and pots, and cleared her throat."I woke up late, so I've just finished prepping the ingredients. I'll be done quickly, Professor Wallace. Please make yourself comfortable on the couch.""Need any help?""No need. I can manage.""Okay then. I'll take you up on that."Though he said he wouldn't impose, Ben did exactly that—settling onto the couch and casually picking up a medical journal to read.When Nicole finally called him to the table, he returned the book to the shelf, washed his hands, and helped arrange the
Lucy's question was like a hand reaching for the delicate veil covering Travis's thoughts, nearly exposing his true feelings.Travis gently touched his bandaged head and immediately denied it. "Lucy, what are you saying? How could I ever like that woman? She's the one who caused your condition."Lucy wiped tears from the corners of her eyes, her voice choked with emotion. "Travis, I know I'm disabled now and no longer worthy of you. I would bless your relationship with anyone—anyone except Nicole!""I understand. Don't worry, I won't fall for her. I just don't want her to have it easy.""Would you swear to it?"Travis fell silent.As a man approaching 30, he certainly knew how childish and hollow such oaths were.But if it would give Lucy some peace of mind, saying a few more words didn't matter.He raised his right hand toward the ceiling, his handsome face solemn and serious."Lucy, I swear on my life that I will never develop feelings for Nicole. If I ever like Nicole, may