Mom looked at Yves coldly. "Who needs your convoluted revenge plot? My daughter will get the justice she deserves, not something twisted by personal prejudices."With that, they thanked the police officer with tears in their eyes and left together.Yves was left alone in the dark room.…Julia's injured leg still hadn't healed when the police took her away.She tried to grab Yves' calf, but the police pulled her away forcefully. "Yves, tell them! Tell them I didn't do it. Don't you believe me?"Yves pursed his lips, his eyes dark and heavy.Meanwhile, I tilted my head and watched them, wishing I had some popcorn and soda for the drama."Julia," he said finally, exhaustion painted over his features. "You must face the consequences of your crimes. There was a traffic camera there."In truth, I understood how he felt.Julia was the daughter of his mother's best friend. Before her mother died, Julia had been entrusted into Yves' mother's care. Yves and Julia had grown up together
"I'm not going to marry someone of the same social class or lower after my mother died," Julia said. "You're just the only person around me that was suitable for my plans. Do you think I enjoy being a scheming mistress? I can accept that I lost this gamble because I wasn't skilled enough. I accept that I owe Summer an apology too!"But you? You covet another while still in a committed relationship. You keep saying that you love her, but it was so easy to reel you in with just a little bait. Why do you think I managed to ruin you so easily? Shouldn't you reflect on that?"Right before the police led her away, Julia gave Yves a condescending look. "You're a scumbag, Yves. We'll each get what we deserve. You'd better pray that you die soon, because Summer definitely won't be waiting for you in the underworld."She laughed maniacally, leaving Yves sitting in his chair, tears running down his face.It was the first time I’d seen him lose his composure like this.He staggered out of th
The lights in the ward flickered unsteadily above me. Vaguely, I saw a person in a white doctor's coat running in hurriedly. "Dr. Steward, there's only one opening left for the operating room. Who should go first?"I reached out and tugged at Yves Steward's coat. He turned his head and seemed to have frowned at me—I couldn't see clearly.In the bed beside me, Julia Henderson began crying again. "Yves, am I going to become a cripple? Will the surgery leave scars on me?"Without hesitation, Yves pushed my hand aside. "Summer, you’ve only got a few cuts on your face and hands. You'll just need some local anesthesia and simple first aid; Julia's bone fracture needs immediate attention. Stop making a fuss!"My head spun as I watched Yves comfort Julia tenderly, not even sparing me a glance. Weakly, I opened my mouth to speak.I wanted to tell him that I wasn't trying to make a fuss. I couldn't even remember how Julia got hurt.I never did anything to her. Why didn't he believe me?
Disembodied as I was, I figured that I was likely a goner, which was probably why they called for the best anesthesiologist in the hospital, Alex, to help.However, Yves rejected the idea. "I don't like changing anesthesiologists mid-surgery."Well, of course. Julia's surgery was more important than my life.Slightly frustrated, I pulled a face at Yves.The third time the door to the operating theater was pushed open, Julia's surgery was almost halfway done."Dr. Steward, they've been trying to resuscitate the patient for 30 minutes. They want to know if they should keep going with it."Yves finally lost his temper and threw down his drill into the instrument tray. "Do you people have no common sense? If it's been half an hour, you should be calling their parents to see if they want to keep trying! If you ask me, I'd say don't bother!"I nodded in agreement.To terminate resuscitation efforts, they would need consent from the patient's next of kin. There was no use asking Yves
The doctors and nurses would see the truth when it was time for rounds.Yves's expression softened noticeably when he got to Julia's room. "I'll handle the dressing changes for this patient myself. A young woman shouldn't have scars on her body."I looked over at the trainee who had muttered about him earlier. Her jaw was practically on the floor.See? Yves was different when it came to Julia.…Yves was peeling an apple for Julia when my mom called.She sounded tired over the phone, which made me worried. "Yves, are you not coming to see Summer?"Yves put down the knife. His voice became more respectful. "Mrs. Simpson, Julia broke her leg. I can't leave her just yet. Can you…"Mom's voice suddenly turned sharp. "You can't leave her? Did you know that Summer was pregnant? She was carrying your child!"Yves's eyes widened, his grip on the phone tightening. Before he could say anything, Mom started sobbing. "Forget it. Why am I even telling you this? She's gone now anyway. Go ah
This was actually my second pregnancy.The first time, I had gotten pregnant right after Yves and I graduated. We were both still looking for jobs.At the time, Yves was overjoyed. He immediately proposed to me, saying that he would take care of me, but I felt that I was too young for marriage, wanting instead to focus on my career. Against his pleas, I chose abortion.Because of this, our marriage plans were put on hold indefinitely.I knew that this had been a sore spot for him, but I did not regret it. If he couldn't understand where I was coming from, then that was his problem.As for the second pregnancy, I never even realized the child's presence.Maybe losing it was the best outcome.After all, given how strained things had been between Yves and me lately, things might not have ended well even if I had survived the accident.Yves called me again. Of course, I didn't answer, so he sent me a long voice message on WhatsApp."Summer, no matter what you're upset about, you s
When Yves rushed over to the neurosurgery department, the staff was removing my photograph from the board.Yves picked up my photograph from the floor, livid. "Who said you could take Summer's photograph out?"The staff knew Yves. "Dr. Stewart…"The head nurse, Lily Mason, came out when she heard the commotion and let the staff leave before saying, "Yves Steward? What are you yelling about? Are you trying to stir up trouble here?"Yves tried to school his expression, but he couldn't dispel the grimace. "I'm here to see Summer, Ms. Mason. Can you get her for me?"Lily glared at him. "Your information is outdated, Dr. Steward. Don't you know that Summer is…"She wiped her tears away and snatched my photograph away from Yves. "We don't need a great orthopedics doctor like you to trouble yourself over Summer's photograph!"I was glad that Lily was standing up for me, but at the same time, I felt sorry as well.She shouldn't be crying over me. With her red eyes, she would be less in
"I'm not going to marry someone of the same social class or lower after my mother died," Julia said. "You're just the only person around me that was suitable for my plans. Do you think I enjoy being a scheming mistress? I can accept that I lost this gamble because I wasn't skilled enough. I accept that I owe Summer an apology too!"But you? You covet another while still in a committed relationship. You keep saying that you love her, but it was so easy to reel you in with just a little bait. Why do you think I managed to ruin you so easily? Shouldn't you reflect on that?"Right before the police led her away, Julia gave Yves a condescending look. "You're a scumbag, Yves. We'll each get what we deserve. You'd better pray that you die soon, because Summer definitely won't be waiting for you in the underworld."She laughed maniacally, leaving Yves sitting in his chair, tears running down his face.It was the first time I’d seen him lose his composure like this.He staggered out of th
Mom looked at Yves coldly. "Who needs your convoluted revenge plot? My daughter will get the justice she deserves, not something twisted by personal prejudices."With that, they thanked the police officer with tears in their eyes and left together.Yves was left alone in the dark room.…Julia's injured leg still hadn't healed when the police took her away.She tried to grab Yves' calf, but the police pulled her away forcefully. "Yves, tell them! Tell them I didn't do it. Don't you believe me?"Yves pursed his lips, his eyes dark and heavy.Meanwhile, I tilted my head and watched them, wishing I had some popcorn and soda for the drama."Julia," he said finally, exhaustion painted over his features. "You must face the consequences of your crimes. There was a traffic camera there."In truth, I understood how he felt.Julia was the daughter of his mother's best friend. Before her mother died, Julia had been entrusted into Yves' mother's care. Yves and Julia had grown up together
Autumn glared at Yves in disdain as well. "Shouldn't you be with Julia Henderson? I heard that she had broken her leg. Go and take care of your precious darling, then. What are you doing here?"You'd better hope I don't find out what that woman did to my sister, Yves Steward. If I do, I swear she won't get away with it!"Just then, Julia called Yves again. "Yves, my leg hurts. Can you come over? I heard that Summer…"Autumn grabbed his phone. "Who the fuck gave you the right to speak of my sister, you bitch? Say her name again and I'll rip you a new one!"I wrapped my arms uselessly around her, trying to soothe her anger. I wanted to tell her that I was fine. She didn't need to waste her energy on them.Autumn threw Yves' phone back at him and left with Mom.He didn't move for a long time, kneeling on the ground with his head lowered. I was still tethered to him, so when he remained still for a long time, I lost my patience and leaned down to check on him.He was crying.Julia
When Yves rushed over to the neurosurgery department, the staff was removing my photograph from the board.Yves picked up my photograph from the floor, livid. "Who said you could take Summer's photograph out?"The staff knew Yves. "Dr. Stewart…"The head nurse, Lily Mason, came out when she heard the commotion and let the staff leave before saying, "Yves Steward? What are you yelling about? Are you trying to stir up trouble here?"Yves tried to school his expression, but he couldn't dispel the grimace. "I'm here to see Summer, Ms. Mason. Can you get her for me?"Lily glared at him. "Your information is outdated, Dr. Steward. Don't you know that Summer is…"She wiped her tears away and snatched my photograph away from Yves. "We don't need a great orthopedics doctor like you to trouble yourself over Summer's photograph!"I was glad that Lily was standing up for me, but at the same time, I felt sorry as well.She shouldn't be crying over me. With her red eyes, she would be less in
This was actually my second pregnancy.The first time, I had gotten pregnant right after Yves and I graduated. We were both still looking for jobs.At the time, Yves was overjoyed. He immediately proposed to me, saying that he would take care of me, but I felt that I was too young for marriage, wanting instead to focus on my career. Against his pleas, I chose abortion.Because of this, our marriage plans were put on hold indefinitely.I knew that this had been a sore spot for him, but I did not regret it. If he couldn't understand where I was coming from, then that was his problem.As for the second pregnancy, I never even realized the child's presence.Maybe losing it was the best outcome.After all, given how strained things had been between Yves and me lately, things might not have ended well even if I had survived the accident.Yves called me again. Of course, I didn't answer, so he sent me a long voice message on WhatsApp."Summer, no matter what you're upset about, you s
The doctors and nurses would see the truth when it was time for rounds.Yves's expression softened noticeably when he got to Julia's room. "I'll handle the dressing changes for this patient myself. A young woman shouldn't have scars on her body."I looked over at the trainee who had muttered about him earlier. Her jaw was practically on the floor.See? Yves was different when it came to Julia.…Yves was peeling an apple for Julia when my mom called.She sounded tired over the phone, which made me worried. "Yves, are you not coming to see Summer?"Yves put down the knife. His voice became more respectful. "Mrs. Simpson, Julia broke her leg. I can't leave her just yet. Can you…"Mom's voice suddenly turned sharp. "You can't leave her? Did you know that Summer was pregnant? She was carrying your child!"Yves's eyes widened, his grip on the phone tightening. Before he could say anything, Mom started sobbing. "Forget it. Why am I even telling you this? She's gone now anyway. Go ah
Disembodied as I was, I figured that I was likely a goner, which was probably why they called for the best anesthesiologist in the hospital, Alex, to help.However, Yves rejected the idea. "I don't like changing anesthesiologists mid-surgery."Well, of course. Julia's surgery was more important than my life.Slightly frustrated, I pulled a face at Yves.The third time the door to the operating theater was pushed open, Julia's surgery was almost halfway done."Dr. Steward, they've been trying to resuscitate the patient for 30 minutes. They want to know if they should keep going with it."Yves finally lost his temper and threw down his drill into the instrument tray. "Do you people have no common sense? If it's been half an hour, you should be calling their parents to see if they want to keep trying! If you ask me, I'd say don't bother!"I nodded in agreement.To terminate resuscitation efforts, they would need consent from the patient's next of kin. There was no use asking Yves
The lights in the ward flickered unsteadily above me. Vaguely, I saw a person in a white doctor's coat running in hurriedly. "Dr. Steward, there's only one opening left for the operating room. Who should go first?"I reached out and tugged at Yves Steward's coat. He turned his head and seemed to have frowned at me—I couldn't see clearly.In the bed beside me, Julia Henderson began crying again. "Yves, am I going to become a cripple? Will the surgery leave scars on me?"Without hesitation, Yves pushed my hand aside. "Summer, you’ve only got a few cuts on your face and hands. You'll just need some local anesthesia and simple first aid; Julia's bone fracture needs immediate attention. Stop making a fuss!"My head spun as I watched Yves comfort Julia tenderly, not even sparing me a glance. Weakly, I opened my mouth to speak.I wanted to tell him that I wasn't trying to make a fuss. I couldn't even remember how Julia got hurt.I never did anything to her. Why didn't he believe me?