The faint hum of the city could be heard through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Grayson’s office. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting soft stripes across the dark mahogany desk. Stacks of files lay open, but his focus drifted somewhere else entirely.He leaned back in his chair, one hand on his pen while the other rested against his temple. His gaze was distant, unfocused. Every few minutes, his mind replayed the same image — Emma’s pale face lying against the white hospital pillow, her breathing soft, fragile.He tried to shake the thought away, but it lingered.He could still remember what Dexter had said that day outside the emergency room — the quiet anger and disappointment in his voice.“What would your sister think if she saw you like this, Grayson? Cold, unfeeling… is this really who you’ve become?”At the time, he hadn’t answered. He’d only looked away, convincing himself that indifference was safer — easier. But now, the words echoed in his mind like a judgment he
The faint morning light seeped through the blinds, softening the white of the hospital room. Emma sat quietly on the bed, her back against the headboard. The faint smell of antiseptic hung in the air, mixing with the crisp scent of coffee.Grayson was by the window, his sleeves rolled up, one hand in his pocket as he looked out at the city below. His suit jacket hung neatly on the chair beside him. Neither spoke for a while.After what they had been through, silence was easier.When the nurse brought their breakfast, Grayson glanced at Emma. “You should eat,” he said, his voice even but not harsh.Emma gave a small nod. “I will, after I freshen up.”He hesitated, then said quietly, “I’ll go first.”She only hummed in response, her eyes following him as he entered the bathroom. The soft sound of running water filled the stillness of the room. When he came out, his hair was slightly damp, his shirt collar open. He didn’t say much, simply gestured toward the bathroom for her to take her
After the nurse leaves, quiet settles over the ward again. The faint scent of disinfectant lingers in the air, mixed with the soft rhythm of Emma’s breathing and the occasional rustle of Grayson’s papers. He sits back on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, eyes focused on his laptop. The blue light reflects off his sharp features, cold and distant — as if work is the only thing that can keep his thoughts in line.Emma lies still at first, trying not to move. But soon, discomfort gnaws at her, a dull ache twisting in her lower abdomen. She bites her lip, shifting slightly, then again. The urge to use the restroom grows unbearable, and she squirms despite herself.The faint sound of her turning catches Grayson’s attention. His brow furrows. “Is something wrong?” he asks, voice low, clipped — but not unkind.Emma freezes. “Nothing,” she says quickly, her voice too calm to be convincing.He studies her for a long moment, the faintest crease appearing between his brows. “Emma,” he sa
After Dexter left the hospital, Grayson remained in Emma's ward as he took out his phone and made a call to Assistant Gael.A knock was heard from outside“Come in” Grayson looked up from the files he was staring atThe door pushed opened as Assistant Gael walked in“Young master, you called me”“How is the investigation on the kidnapping going?” Grayson asked Gael immediately straightened his back as he replied “The thugs said that they were hired by Miss Liu Tang Tang to kidnap and rape Miss Emma and abandon her somewhere”When Grayson heard his words his expression change “Has Liu Tang Tang been interrogated?” “Yes, but she claims to have done everything by herself but her account was discovered to have received 2 million yuan during the time of Emma's kidnap, after that all traces and tracks of who was the sender went cold” Gael replied“What do you mean by went cold?”Grayson asked his voice calm but threatening Gael lowered his head as he answered cautiously“We couldn't fi
After work that day, Grayson left the Miller Corporation with his assistant, Gael. The car pulled smoothly into First City Hospital, its polished frame catching the last glow of sunset.They both stepped out, Gael falling half a step behind as Grayson strode into the building. His pace was steady, almost clipped, but the moment they reached Emma’s ward, his steps slowed.Through the narrow gap of the door, Grayson caught sight of a scene that froze him in place.Inside, Dexter leaned over Emma’s bed. From the angle, it looked almost like an embrace, the two of them folded together in quiet intimacy. Grayson’s chest tightened, his expression darkening as something sharp stirred in his heart.But then, after a moment, the view inside became clearer.Emma was asleep, her breathing soft and even, her lashes casting faint shadows on her cheeks. Dexter wasn’t holding her—he was tucking the blanket carefully around her shoulders, smoothing it with a gentleness that seemed out of place on his
The sharp scent of disinfectant lingered in the ward. Morning light filtered in through the half-drawn curtains, painting the room with a pale glow.“Emma, the nurse is here,” Miranda’s gentle voice broke the silence as she pushed open the door.Emma stirred weakly, her lashes fluttering before she managed to open her eyes. She blinked at Miranda, then at the nurse in crisp white uniform following close behind.The nurse gave her a reassuring smile. “Good morning, Miss Emma. Let’s run a quick checkup.”Emma nodded faintly, her body still heavy. The nurse worked with quiet efficiency—taking her pulse, checking her bandages, listening to her heartbeat. After finishing, she straightened and turned toward Dexter and Miranda, who had been watching anxiously.“Her injuries are stable,” the nurse explained. “But Miss Emma lost a lot of blood. She is showing signs of anemia, and her body constitution is very weak. Stress and malnutrition have made it worse.”Miranda’s hands tightened nervousl