Someone Is Hiding Something

Sebastian stood by the tall glass window of his office, staring down at the lights of Atheria. The city glowed, cars moving, towers shining but he barely saw any of it. He looked calm on the outside, but inside he was a mess.

Behind him, John waited with his tablet. The soft tick of the office clock filled the room. He didn’t speak, letting the silence stretch.

At last, Sebastian turned, eyes sharp. “Say it again.”

John straightened. “The hospital sent a private request. They need a very rare blood type, O-negative, Kell-negative, Duffy-negative. The patient is a child. Five-year-old girl. They found a partial match, but the donor can’t give.”

The words hung heavy. Sebastian’s jaw tightened.

“Did they name the family?”

John shook his head. “No, sir. But the request came from Atheria Medical. That means someone important. They don’t send this out unless every option has failed.”

Sebastian looked back at the window, thoughts turning. Five years old. Urgent enough for Dr. Philip Evert’s network to move fast. This wasn’t random.

“Trace it,” he said quietly. “Calls, documents, who approved it, everything. I want to know who asked… and why.”

“Yes, sir.” John’s fingers moved quickly over the tablet.

Sebastian’s hand tightened. “John. A child with a blood type this rare… someone is hiding something.”

John hesitated. “Sir… do you think this could be tied to Dr. Hart?”

The name struck hard. Sebastian froze, shoulders tightening. Then, slowly:

“She’s back. Adam Evert picked her up at the airport. Took her straight to the hospital.”

“Confirmed,” John said. “Hospitals, donors, even private banks, they’ve all been searching since morning. It’s urgent.”

Sebastian’s hand curled into a fist. Five years old. Alina. The pieces lined up too well.

"Keep digging," he said flatly. "If this request is hers, if the child is hers…" He let the words hang, heavy with meaning.

John lowered his voice. “Then this isn’t just about her work, sir. This is personal.”

Sebastian walked back to his desk, controlled but tense. “I want eyes on her. Quiet and close. Adam is careful, but he won’t outplay me in my own city.”

"Should I send Milton?" John asked.

“No. Too obvious.” Sebastian’s voice stayed cold. “We need someone who blends in. Someone they won’t notice.”

John paused. "There’s someone. Close to their circle, but not loyal. She never liked Dr. Hart."

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. "Who?"

"Dr. Lena Moreau," John said. "She worked with Adam, never hid her dislike for Dr. Hart. Everyone knew Dr. Philip trusted her. Some say she was jealous Adam gave Dr. Hart the attention she thought was hers. She’ll talk if anyone will."

A dry, humorless sound left Sebastian. “Jealousy,” he murmured. “Cracks. Cracks can be useful.”

He turned back to the window, calm on the outside, storm underneath.

“This child,” he said suddenly, “are you sure she has no link to Alina?”

John’s grip on the tablet tightened. “No proof, sir. Only the blood request.”

Sebastian stepped closer, voice low. “If she’s five, she was conceived before the divorce. Whose child is she? Adam’s? Someone else’s? While she was still married to me?”

John stayed silent.

Sebastian looked out again, the city stretching far below. Somewhere out there was the truth. And when it surfaced, nothing would stay the same.

His voice dropped, sharp as a blade. “Find out everything. No mistakes. No guesses. If that child is hers… and she kept this from me…”

He didn’t finish. He didn’t need to.

Their marriage had been an agreement, forced by his father’s will. And yes, he had betrayed her first. She saw him with Natasha. She saw the distance. The cold walls he built. That was why she left.

But the question still burned in him: She felt betrayed… but did she betray me too?

He hated the thought. Hated himself for even thinking it. He had given her no warmth, no trust, no reason to stay. Yet now, the image of a five-year-old child would not leave his mind.

If Alina had carried that secret under his roof… was it out of anger? Or had he pushed her to the point where she had no choice?

The guilt hit sharper than the anger. For the first time in years, Sebastian didn’t know what hurt more, losing her, or knowing he drove her away.

John stood quietly, head bowed.

“I’ll speak to Dr. Moreau,” he said. “She’ll talk.”

Sebastian didn’t answer. He kept staring at the lights below, but he wasn’t seeing the city anymore.

He was seeing Alina, strong, stubborn, unshakeable and the truth she might have hidden from him.

That night, in her clinic, Dr. Lena Moreau sat alone in her office, the low hum of machines filling the quiet. Unfinished patient reports lay on her desk, her pen untouched. Her mind was far from work.

It was on Alina Hart.

She had seen her earlier, walking beside Adam. The sight made Lena’s stomach twist, old bitterness rising fast. Alina moved through the halls like she still belonged there. Doctors paused, nurses whispered, even Dr. Philip smiled at her.

And Adam, his eyes followed Alina. Protective. Steady. The look Lena had wanted for years and never received.

She clenched her jaw. All the long nights, hard cases, impossible hours she had given… and still, it was never enough. Not with Alina in the picture.

Alina, Philip’s star. Adam’s choice.

When Alina left Atheria, Lena had thought it was her chance. But Adam never turned to her. Even gone, Alina’s shadow was louder than Lena’s presence.

And now, she was back.

Lena tapped her fingers on the desk, jealousy mixing with something sharper. This time, she might have an opening. A way in.

Her phone buzzed. Unknown Number.

She hesitated, then answered.

"Dr. Moreau?" said a calm, firm voice. "This is John, Mr. Vaughn’s assistant."

Lena went still, the name hitting her like a sharp breath.

Her grip on the phone tightened. "What does he want with me?"

John paused, then said firmly: "He wants the truth."