LOGINThe Morrison Group was a pharmaceutical giant, holding many of the country's top-tier patents.Khloe knew exactly how difficult the technology the doctor mentioned would be. Across the entire nation, even if similar technology existed, it was far from being practically applied—and the cost would be astronomical.Still, the doctor pointed out a narrow path."This technology isn't available at our hospital. Internationally, only two institutions possess it—but both are military organizations, and neither grants external access."Although the attending physician promised to try to secure T7 for Nick, Khloe had to ensure that Morrison Group actually possessed this technology. Otherwise, the risk would be meaningless.Even though hope seemed to slip away again, Khloe was deeply grateful that the doctor was willing to risk it for Nick's chance at life.Perhaps George was right—fate had brought them this far, always falling just short. Yet, even this sliver of hope kept Khloe awake thro
Khloe didn't say a word and walked straight into the bedroom.Several medical staff were still inside, monitoring Nick's vitals. He sat sideways on the edge of the bed, an IV needle in his forearm, receiving medication. His other hand still held his phone.Khloe's phone vibrated—Nick was calling her.She had been out delivering things for a long time, and his calls had kept going straight to busy. Naturally, he was a little worried."I'm back."Khloe relaxed the crease between her brows, smiling softly as she walked over. She looped her arm around his free side and took the phone from him.Nick's gaze stayed fixed on her. "Where were you so long?""Sending your family off.""You've been on the phone with someone this whole time?" Nick's voice was low as he leaned closer, brushing near her lips."Charlotte called—there were some company problems that needed my input. It took a bit longer than expected."Khloe finished without giving him a chance to question her, turning it aro
Khloe fell silent.She studied Nick closely. His complexion had indeed improved since yesterday, but the improvement carried a faint strain, as if he were forcing himself to appear stronger than he truly felt.The two sat quietly for a moment.Khloe cupped his hand, lowered her head, and gently took the spoon of porridge he offered. She met his deep, ocean-like eyes as she swallowed. The bowl was soon empty, and Nick handed her a tissue to wipe her lips.They spoke no more. Nick simply held her hands tighter, observing her face with careful attention, and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before drawing her into his embrace.By midday, his assistant had packed up their things. As Khloe was about to request another meeting with the attending doctor, Nick stopped her.Back at the residence, the Hunt family had composed themselves and arranged a lavish family meal. Nick had already discussed his plans with Arista, who, understanding him better than anyone, agreed to convey his wis
Nick's breathing was warm and even, and Khloe's fingers gently combed through his hair again and again, as if soothing a tired child.Time passed unknowingly, until the sky outside had darkened completely. Only then was the door to the hospital room nudged open slightly. Arista had been worried since Khloe hadn't emerged for so long, but when she peeked in, she saw Khloe sitting still on the bed, holding Nick. After a moment, she quietly closed the door and slipped away.The next day at noon, Khloe awoke to find herself on the small companion bed beside his, tucked under a blanket.Noticing that Nick's bed was empty, her heart jumped, and she quickly climbed out. Just then, the door opened—Nick walked in, accompanied by his personal assistant carrying two trays of steaming breakfast."You're awake already? Didn't sleep well last night, did you?" Nick approached quickly.He had changed out of his hospital gown into a crisp white shirt, the collar slightly open, with a large black
Loretta and Leon still had red, swollen eyes. They forced themselves to smile, trying to keep the mood light, and Nick didn't want to spoil it.But he was no stranger to physical weakness and helplessness—he had long accepted the possibility of the worst outcome. Their forced cheerfulness only added weight to the pressure on him.George looked at him, wanting to say something, yet finding the words impossible to voice. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times before he finally spoke softly, "Don't overthink it. You're fine—just rest and recover."Though his tone was calm, his eyes betrayed him, glistening with unshed tears.Nick nodded slightly, his gaze drifting past them as if searching for someone in the crowd.Arista understood and whispered, "Khloe is outside… she's not in a good state."Nick's eyes darkened for a moment."Let her in. I want to speak with her," he said hoarsely.Arista nodded and gently pulled George aside. Grandma and Leon also stood, understanding the subtle
But exposing even a fraction of their negligence would change nothing about reality—and could implicate the entire medical institution.The attending physician lowered his head, neither confirming nor denying anything.Khloe rose and walked slowly toward him. "Just a risk? Are you telling me there was truly no oversight at all?"The attending physician's expression darkened further, and the other doctors nearby swallowed hard."I'm sorry, Khloe. But we… we did our best."Hearing those words, a collective sigh of relief escaped the room. Arista buried herself further into George's embrace, sobbing."Khloe, maybe this is fate… Don't be too hard on yourself. Think about the baby," George said softly, unable to imagine anything else, simply offering gentle comfort as he held her.Seeing the doctors before her hanging their heads in helplessness, Khloe's hand at her side tensed, fingers curling into a fist. Finally, she closed her eyes, drew a deep breath, and turned to leave.Once
Veronica threw herself into her father's arms, and her mother hurried over to hug her as well. Both of them glanced at Winnie, sensing the tension between the two girls, yet their hearts ached more for their own daughter.Winnie had always been difficult. Cold, stubborn, impossible to manage. If it
Lauren's face went pale, her trembling hand reaching out to take the document from Stella. She froze the moment she saw it.It was the marriage license of Angela and Trey.Stella quickly rifled through the rest of the folder. Sure enough, it wasn't just the marriage license. There was also Pete's
Lauren's sense of fairness disappeared the moment Fox family members were involved. Seeing Khloe remain silent, she quickly added, "Actually, I understand matters between husband and wife. You were just jealous and misunderstood! Once you clear it all up, you can't help but care about Trey, right?
It was the very same drink she'd made for Nick that evening.Khloe took a cautious sip. The flavor was sharp, tingling, yet her mind involuntarily flashed to the image of him leaning close to her side.Outside, Nick carried a cold, composed persona, but at home… he was surprisingly clingy. Whereve







