The moment I stepped back into the hospital and slipped on my white coat, I felt alive again.I resumed my work as an obstetrician, doing what I loved—welcoming new lives into the world and witnessing the quiet miracles of existence. It gave my days a sense of purpose, a rhythm I had almost forgotten.Two months later, Alice appeared before me once more. Her belly was big and round, heavy with pregnancy. Behind her stood Nigel, his face clouded with gloom. The sight of me seemed to catch him off guard; his expression darkened a shade deeper.Alice, on the other hand, carried herself with ease, even with a hint of provocation. "Camille, long time no see. I didn't expect to run into you here. The baby's almost due—I was thinking, would you be the godmother? Surely, you wouldn't refuse?"I offered her a tight smile. "Miss Roth, you must be joking. We're hardly acquainted."Feigning hurt, she stroked her belly. "Camille, are you still angry with me? I know I was wrong before, but the
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