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Chapter 16: A New BeginningThe morning light filtered through my curtains, soft and golden, nudging me awake. My hand instinctively rested on my belly, feeling the faint stir of life beneath my palm. Seven months. It still amazed me, the strength and fragility of the bond I had with this tiny being.A soft knock at my door broke my thoughts. âEvelyn, itâs morning,â Claire called out. âI brought your tea.ââCome in,â I said, my voice still thick with sleep.Claire entered, her presence warm and reassuring as always. She carried a tray with a steaming cup of chamomile tea, setting it on my bedside table.âGood morning,â she said with her usual cheerfulness.I sat up slowly, offering a faint smile. âMorning, Claire. Thank you.ââYou looked like you needed a little extra care after yesterday,â she said, her gaze scanning me with concern. âDid you sleep at all?âI took the cup, wrapping my hands around its warmth. âA little,â I admitted. âI had a lot to think about, butâŚIâve made some deci
Chapter 17 (Evelynâs POV)The soothing aroma of chamomile filled my senses as I took another sip from the steaming cup Claire had handed me moments ago. This was our routine; she'd bring me tea to start the day, her soft presence always a comforting balm against the weight of my thoughts.âGood morning, Evelyn,â she said with a smile, sitting at the edge of my bed.âMorning, Claire,â I replied, setting the cup down on the nightstand. My hands instinctively rested on my belly as I leaned back.âHow are you feeling today? Did you sleep well?âI nodded. âI did, actually. Yesterday was just⌠a lot. I guess I was more drained than I realized.âClaire tilted her head slightly. âI noticed you went straight to your room when you came back. We didnât want to disturb you.âI offered a faint smile. âThanks for that. I needed the rest. The baby was a little fussy and kept me on my toes for most of the evening.ââWell, at least youâre up now,â Claire said warmly. âCome on, letâs head downstairs. Be
Chapter 18: Redemption As I descended the stairs of the administration building, my stomach growled loudly, reminding me of how long it had been since I last ate. The dayâs activities had taken their toll, and I had been so focused on completing the necessary processes that I had barely noticed my hunger. Now, it hit me with full force.âCould this baby not be a little patient?â I muttered to myself as I rubbed my belly. âWeâre almost done, I promise.âLocating the car park, I walked briskly, scanning the rows of vehicles for the familiar black car. When I spotted it, I knocked gently on the driverâs window to get his attention.The older man quickly rolled down the window, his eyes lighting up with recognition. He stepped out immediately, adjusting his uniform. âOh, maâam, Iâm so sorry I didnât see you approaching. Please forgive me.âI waved off his apology with a tired smile. âItâs okay, really. Iâm the one who should be apologizing. I didnât know the process would take this long.
Chapter 19: A Future ReimaginedI paused mid-bite, the fork still in my hand, as Mr. Harringtonâs words settled in the air between us. My appetite suddenly took a backseat.âNow that the adoption process is finalized,â he said, his voice calm but purposeful, âthe next step is forging your education.âI blinked, unsure Iâd heard him correctly. My education? It felt like a distant dream something I had buried so deep I hadnât dared to unearth it.I lowered the fork onto my plate, the tiramisu I had been enjoying now forgotten. âMy education?â I echoed, barely recognizing the hesitation in my voice.âYes,â he replied, leaning slightly forward. âYouâve worked hard to get where you are, Evelyn. You have too much talent to let it go to waste. Itâs time for you to return to medicine.âThe mention of medicine sent a pang through me. Memories of late nights, scrubs, and sterile hospital halls flooded my mind. There was a time when I had been so sure of my path. I loved being a doctor, helping p
Chapter 20The warm rays of the morning sun seeped through the gaps in my curtains, waking me gently. I stirred, my body still heavy with sleep, but a soft knock at the door brought me fully awake.âCome in,â I called, my voice groggy.Claire entered, her ever-present smile lighting up her face, with a steaming cup of milk tea in her hands. âGood morning, Evelyn. How did you sleep?âI sat up slowly, fluffing the pillows behind me for support. âGood morning, Claire. I slept well, thank you. And you?ââAh, like a rock,â she said with a chuckle, placing the tea on my bedside table. âDrink this before it gets cold. Itâll help wake you up.âI took the cup gratefully, the warmth of it seeping into my hands. The sweet, spicy aroma brought a small smile to my lips. Claire always knew what I needed, even without me saying a word.âThank you, Claire. Youâre a lifesaver,â I said softly before taking a small sip. The creamy tea was perfect, just the way I liked it.Claire gave me a knowing look. â
Chapter 20:Decisions The glow of my laptop screen lit up the dim room as I scrolled through the websites of the schools Mr. Harrington had given me. Beside me, the untouched mug of chamomile tea had gone cold, but I didnât care. My heart was racing, my thoughts tangled with possibilities and uncertainties.Harvard Medical School.I stared at the logo, its bold letters practically daring me to consider it. I clicked through the pages, each one describing a world of opportunity. The research facilities were unmatched, the alumni list was a whoâs who of medical pioneers, and the programs were designed to push the limits of knowledge.Could I do this? Could I walk those halls, sit in those classrooms, and hold my own?A part of me wanted to close the tab with too much pressure, and too much expectation. But another part, the one that had fought so hard to get through med school the first time, refused to look away.I took a deep breath and moved on to the next tab.University of Oxford.T
Chapter 22: A New Light As I walked back to the restaurant, I felt a strange lightness in my chest, like a weight I hadnât realized I was carrying had finally lifted. The decision had been made by Karolinska. The thought of it brought a smile to my face, wide and uncontrollable, as if my happiness had taken on a life of its own.The streetlights blurred in my peripheral vision, and for the first time in a long while, I felt genuinely excited about the future. By the time I reached the restaurant doors, the smile was still there, warm and unshakable.I pushed the door open, the faint clinking of dishes and the low hum of conversation filling the space. Maggie, who was wiping down a table, looked up and froze mid-swipe, her eyes narrowing in mock suspicion.âWell, well, well,â she drawled, setting the cloth down and crossing her arms. âWhatâs got you beaming like that, Summers?I laughed, the sound spilling out so naturally it startled even me. âNo, nothing like that,â I said, shaking m
Chapter 23: A Defining CallThe morning light crept through the curtains, gently pulling me from sleep. For the first time in weeks, I woke up without the weight of indecision pressing down on my chest. There was a sense of clarity, a quiet certainty that today would mark the beginning of something transformative.I stretched, rubbing my growing belly instinctively. The babyâs movements had been a constant reminder of the life growing inside me, a life that deserved nothing but the best.After a quick breakfast, I made my way to the living room where Claire was tidying up. Bennett was out running errands, leaving the house unusually quiet.âMorning,â Claire said, glancing up from her task. âYouâre glowing today. Did you sleep well?âI nodded, smiling faintly. âI did. I think everything is finally falling into place.âShe gave me a knowing look. âMr. Harrington has that effect, doesnât he?âI chuckled softly. âHe does. Itâs like every time Iâm stuck, he steps in and just⌠untangles ever
Chapter43: The Executive Meeting at Harrington MedicalThird person PovThe morning sunlight spilled through the expansive windows of Harrington Medical, the heart of Lumina Global. It was a building that commanded both respect and admiration, modern, sleek, and a symbol of cutting-edge medical innovation.As Mr. Harrington, Evelyn, and Carlos arrived, the board members were already seated, waiting for the meeting to commence. The moment Mr. Harrington stepped inside, every person in the room instinctively rose to their feet a silent acknowledgment of the power and legacy he carried. Evelyn and Carlos walked in right behind him, their presence exuding quiet confidence.Among the board members was Martin Caldwell, Mr. Harringtonâs right-hand man, a seasoned figure who had been with Lumina since its inception. A man of unwavering loyalty and sharp business acumen, Martin was the one who oversaw day-to-day operations when Mr. Harrington was focused on larger endeavors. His presence in t
Chapter 42: A New Legacy Unfolds(Evelynâs POV)The morning sun filtered through the grand windows of the Harrington estate, casting a golden glow over the dining hall. The long mahogany table, adorned with fresh flowers and an array of breakfast dishes, felt like the center of a long-awaited family reunion.Cecily, ever the little star, was perched in her high chair between Mr. Harrington and Bennett, her tiny fork clumsily spearing pieces of fruit. Every little giggle, every innocent comment she made sent waves of adoration through the room.âGrandpa, eat your pancakes!â she ordered, pushing a small piece toward Mr. Harrington.Mr. Harrington, the once-stoic medical mogul, now a devoted grandfather, chuckled and indulged her by taking a bite. âHappy now, my little princess?âShe nodded, satisfied, before turning her attention back to Bennett. âUncle Benny, more syrup!âBennett smirked, dramatically pouring a heavy drizzle of syrup over her pancakes. Claire rolled her eyes. âBennett
Chapter 41 â A Homecoming Like No Other(Evelynâs POV â Three Years Later)The moment we stepped into the private terminal, Cecily wriggled excitedly in Carlosâs arms, her eyes darting around until they landed on the familiar figures waiting ahead.âGrandpa!â she squealed.Mr. Harrington, who had always maintained an air of composure in public, visibly softened the instant Cecily called out to him. His entire demeanor changed as he took long strides toward us, his usual reserved expression melting into something rare pure joy.Bennett and Claire werenât far behind, their faces alight with excitement.Cecily practically leaped out of Carlosâs hold the moment Mr. Harrington reached us, launching herself into his arms. He caught her effortlessly, lifting her high before pulling her into a tight embrace.âMy little princess,â he murmured, his voice unusually tender. âIâve missed you so much.âCecily giggled, her tiny hands cupping his face. âI missed you more, Grandpa.âMr. Harrington chu
Chapter 40: The Prodigal Return(Evelynâs POV â Three Years Later)The moment the plane touched down at JFK Airport, a strange feeling settled over me. It wasnât anxiety, and it wasnât quite exciting either. It was something deeper, heavier than the weight of returning home after so many years away.Three years. Three years of relentless work, of pushing myself beyond every imaginable limit, of becoming someone I never thought I could be. And now, I am back. Not as the broken woman who had left New York behind, but as someone reborn.I shifted my gaze to the sleeping figure beside me. Cecily, curled up under a small blanket, her tiny chest rising and falling in soft, rhythmic breaths. My heart swelled at the sight of her my beautiful, brilliant daughter, the reason I had fought so hard. At just three years old, she was already too smart for her age, sharp and observant, with a mischievous streak she had no doubt inherited from her grandfather.âDr. Harrington,â a familiar voice called
Chapter 39Carlos led me through the different sections of Karolinska, narrating everything with the energy of a tour guide who took his job way too seriously.âThis right here,â he gestured dramatically to a modern, glass-walled building, âis the simulation lab. You know, where they make you sweat through high-pressure emergency scenarios that will have you questioning every life decision youâve ever made.âI smirked. âSounds promising.ââOh, it is,â he said, tossing his hair back with a flourish. âThey even have artificial intelligence programs for patient interactions. Itâs both mind-blowing and mildly terrifying.âWe moved through the central study hub, an architectural masterpiece with state-of-the-art learning spaces, voice-activated systems, and holographic medical models projected in mid-air.âTell me,â Carlos leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. âOn a scale of one to completely shook, how overwhelmed are you?âI exhaled slowly, my gaze sweeping over the high-tech s
Chapter 38 (Evelynâs POV)I sat on the edge of my bed, watching Cecilyâs tiny chest rise and fall with each breath. The soft glow of morning sunlight bathed her delicate features, making her look even more angelic. My heart ached at the thought of leaving her for the first time.I had known this day would come, but now that it was here, I wasnât sure I was ready.With a quiet sigh, I stood up and made my way to the closet, picking out something simple yet professional for my first day black slacks, a fitted blouse, and a warm coat. The Swedish winter was unforgiving, and I had no intention of freezing on my way to class.After dressing, I slipped into the kitchen, where the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Mrs. Lindholm was already busy, arranging breakfast on the counter. She glanced up and gave me a knowing smile.âGood morning, dear. Youâre up early.âI nodded. âBig day today.âShe set down a bowl of fruit and folded her arms. âAnd a tough one, I imagine.â
Chapter 37The faint buzz of my alarm stirred me from sleep. I blinked against the soft morning light seeping through the curtains and turned to see Cecily sound asleep in her bassinet. Her tiny chest rose and fell in perfect rhythm, her face serene. She looked so peaceful, so completely unaware of the whirlwind of emotions her mother was battling.I sat up slowly, careful not to make any noise that might wake her, and reached for my phone. A message from Dad was waiting for me:Ready for your first day? Letâs talk.A small smile tugged at my lips. Even though Iâd spent years navigating life without him, I couldnât imagine getting through this moment without his guidance. I slipped out of bed, pulled on my robe, and tiptoed into the living room where my laptop was already set up.As soon as I opened the video call, Dadâs face appeared on the screen. He looked calm and reassuring, the way he always did, like the weight of the world couldnât faze him.âGood morning, Dad,â I greeted, my
Chapter 35The low hum of the airplaneâs engines had become a comforting white noise as I leaned back in my seat, glancing at Cecily. Her tiny fingers clutched at her blanket, her lips parted slightly in sleep. She looked peaceful, oblivious to the magnitude of the change awaiting us.With a smile, I snapped a quick picture of her, careful not to wake her, and sent it off to the family group chat Mr. Harrington had insisted on creating.Me: Weâre settled in. Cecilyâs already knocked out. Thank you for everything.Almost immediately, the replies started rolling in:Claire: Oh, look at her! Evelyn, donât forget to rest too!Dad: Call me if you need anything. Keep me updated.Bennett: Safe flight, Dr. Summers. Donât let Cecily start ordering champagne up there.I chuckled softly at Bennettâs message, shaking my head. The comfort of their presence even through a phone screen made the journey feel less daunting.A Few Hours LaterThe seatbelt sign blinked on, jolting me out of a half-aslee
Chapter 35: The Day of the JourneyEvelynâs POVA sharp knock at the door jolted me awake, followed by Claireâs familiar voice. âEvelyn, itâs time to get ready. We donât want to keep your dad waiting!âFor a second, I blinked into the dim room, disoriented, until Cecily stirred in her crib beside me. Her soft whimper pulled me back to reality, and I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.âComing!â I called back, my voice hoarse from sleep. I stood and reached for Cecily, who immediately settled the moment I held her close. She always did that found peace in my arms, as if she trusted me to make everything in her tiny world okay.Claire pushed the door open and stepped inside, a bright smile lighting up her face. âGood morning, sleepyhead. Youâve got quite the journey ahead of you.âI nodded, yawning as I swayed with Cecily in my arms. âI still canât believe today is the day.âClaire walked over and ran a gentle hand over Cecilyâs back. âYouâve been thr