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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
Chapter 24: Preparing For New Beginnings I woke up to the soft glow of sunlight streaming through my window, the warmth a welcome reminder of the joy Iâd felt last night. Karolinskaâs email. The words still echoed in my mind.âCongratulations.âThe email had marked a turning point proof that I wasnât just surviving but starting to reclaim everything I thought Iâd lost. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, opened the email again, and stared at it, a small smile tugging at my lips.Without wasting time, I forwarded the email to Dad, adding a message filled with excitement:âGood morning, Dad. Look! I got it! Thank you so much for everything. I can't even express how happy and grateful I am right now. đâI hit send, feeling a rush of satisfaction. Moments later, my phone buzzed in my hand. His name flashed on the screen.âGood morning, Dad,â I answered, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice.âGood morning, Evelyn,â his voice, as warm and reassuring as ever, carried through
Chapter 25: A Step Toward the FutureThe morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow across my bedroom. I sat on the edge of my bed, my laptop perched on the desk in front of me. Today was the day. The day that could change the trajectory of my life, the day I had been both dreading and anticipating since the moment I received the email from Karolinska.A soft knock sounded on the door, pulling me from my thoughts.âCome in,â I called, my voice trembling just a bit.Claire entered with a bright smile, a tray of breakfast in her hands. âGood morning, Evelyn! I thought you might need a little energy boost before the big moment.âI glanced at the tray of scrambled eggs, toast, and a glass of orange juice. My stomach churned at the thought of eating, but Claireâs smile was too kind to refuse.âThank you, Claire,â I said, taking the tray and setting it on the bedside table.She sat beside me, her gaze scanning my face. âYou look nervous. I donât blame you itâs a big da
Chapter 26: An Evening of AnswersEvelynâs POVThe morning light filtered through the curtains as I stirred awake, the weight of anticipation pressing heavily on my chest. Today could be the day I receive news from the Karolinska Institute. I dressed quickly and made my way downstairs, where the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted me.Claire and Bennett were already seated at the breakfast table, their faces lighting up as I entered.âGood morning, Evelyn,â Claire said warmly. âHow are you feeling today?âI sighed, taking a seat beside them. âAnxious, to be honest. I canât stop thinking about the admission decision.âBennett reached across the table, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. âYouâve done everything you can. Trust in your abilities and Mr. Harringtonâs support.âClaire nodded in agreement. âExactly. Mr. Harrington has great faith in you, and so do we. Try to stay positive.âTheir encouragement was comforting, but the uncertainty still gnawed at me. I managed a
Chapter 27: New Beginnings Evelynâs POVThe morning light filtered through the curtains as I stirred awake, the faint scent of chamomile wafting in from the kitchen. I stretched, feeling the lingering warmth of yesterdayâs joy in every fiber of my being. Today was antenatal day, and while the routine was familiar, it carried a sense of finality. This visit marked the last step before everything would change.Claire greeted me with a bright smile as I entered the kitchen. âGood morning, sleepyhead. Your tea is waiting.âI smiled back, settling into the chair across from her. She poured the steaming chamomile into my cup, its soothing aroma wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. This was our little ritual, a moment of calm before the day began.âYouâre glowing today,â Claire remarked, sipping her tea.âI still canât believe it, Claire,â I admitted, my smile widening. âKarolinska⌠It feels like a dream.ââItâs not a dream, Evelyn. Itâs all you. Youâve earned this,â she replied, he
Chapter 28Evelynâs POVLeaving Mr. Harringtonâs office, I couldnât help but feel a strange mix of anticipation and disbelief. Everything was happening so quickly. My passport process was already underway, thanks to Mr. Harringtonâs meticulous planning, and the thought of stepping into a new chapter of my life felt almost surreal.The driver, Mr. Peterson opened the car door for me, his warm smile as reassuring as ever. âMiss Summers, all set?âI nodded, sliding into the back seat. âYes, thank you, Mr. Peterson. Straight to the restaurant, please.âThe ride back was quiet, giving me time to process the whirlwind of the last few days. The pieces were finally coming together: admission to one of the most prestigious institutions in the world, a chance to reclaim the career I thought Iâd lost, and the overwhelming support of people who genuinely cared about me.When we reached the restaurant, Maggie was already waiting by the door, her arms crossed and a teasing grin on her face.âLook wh
Chapter 29: When Plans ChangeThe soft light of dawn streamed through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the brightness, and let out a content sigh as I stretched. Another day was here, another step closer to leaving for Sweden, a thought that both thrilled and terrified me in equal measure.Claireâs voice called out from the hallway. âEvelyn, are you awake? Teaâs ready!ââIâm coming!â I called back, pulling myself out of bed. My body feels heavier these days, not just from the baby but from the emotional weight of everything happening. Still, I reminded myself: one step at a time.Entering the kitchen, I was greeted by the comforting aroma of chamomile tea. Claire handed me a steaming mug as I sat down. âMorning, sleepyhead,â she teased with a smile.âMorning,â I replied, cradling the mug in my hands. The warmth seeped into my palms, grounding me.As we sipped our tea, the familiar sound of Bennettâs footsteps echoed down the hallwa
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