Mag-log inInside the VIP room of Presbyterian Hospital, the atmosphere that had once been filled with emotion suddenly turned tense. Calvin had just finished putting on the luxurious shirt his family had brought him, though the dark circles beneath his eyes and the slightly pale expression on his face still reflected the lingering effects of severe neurological trauma.The doctor had not yet allowed him to leave the hospital room. However, the determination in Calvin's dark eyes left no room for argument.The door to the room was suddenly pushed open with force. Ronal, Calvin's trusted personal assistant from the Ashford Group—who now knew for certain that his superior was Calvin Ashford—hurried inside, breathing heavily. Cold sweat dampened his temples, a clear sign that he had just received critical news."Mr. Calvin!" Ronal called out urgently, bowing his head briefly before looking directly at Calvin."What is it, Ronal? Speak clearly," Calvin said firmly as he fastened the cuff of his slee
Silence once again settled over the VIP room. The night air inside the hospital suite felt unusually calm, yet the decision that had just been spoken left a new tension hanging in the air. Calvin adjusted his blanket and looked straight at Juna with unwavering determination."Juna," Calvin called firmly. "Please prepare the legal team and all of the Ashford family's official documents. We can't let Grandma Wen keep Camelia hidden any longer."Juna nodded immediately."I understand, Calvin. The Collyn family has already prepared all the evidence from the past ten years of searching. We'll move together."Before the conversation could continue, the hospital room door slowly opened once more. Grandpa Chandler entered first, supporting his aged body with a silver cane. Behind him, Revaline walked with her head lowered, her eyes swollen and red, her lips tightly pursed.The moment Calvin saw the elderly man who had saved him from the brink of death ten years ago, the look in his eyes softe
The soft creak of the VIP hospital room door broke the silence that filled the pristine white room. The faint scent of antiseptic blended with the cool warmth of the night breeze drifting gently through the ventilation gap.The footsteps that had initially sounded hesitant gradually became steadier. Mira was the first to step inside, her aged fingers trembling as they clutched a handkerchief already soaked with tears. Behind her, Juna walked while supporting the elderly woman's shoulder, followed by Aurora and Daven, who held their breath as they stood at the doorway. Grandfather Chandler remained a short distance away in the corridor, allowing the biological family to have their first moment together without interruption.On the white hospital bed, Malveno—or the man who had now been officially confirmed to be Calvin Ashford—slowly straightened his back. The tall man leaned against the elevated pillow, looking one by one at the faces of the people approaching him.The cold, unfamilia
The VIP floor corridor of Presbyterian Manhattan Hospital grew even quieter as midnight slowly approached. The dim white lights illuminating the hallway only deepened the oppressive silence. In the main waiting area, the entire Collyn and Ashford families remained patiently seated, waiting for the official report from the medical laboratory, which had been processed with the utmost urgency.Mira sat on the long sofa, her fingers continuously clutching a white handkerchief. Time and again, her aged eyes drifted toward the inpatient room where Malveno still lay unconscious. Beside her, Juna stood upright, gently rubbing the elderly woman's shoulder in an attempt to comfort her."Please be patient, Aunt Mira," Juna said softly and respectfully. "The doctor said the results will be ready any minute now. No matter what is written on that report, the most important thing is that Malveno's condition is stable."Mira nodded slowly, looking at Juna—the late Camelia's older brother—with tear-fi
The atmosphere inside the luxurious Lancaster family apartment suite was eerily quiet as Anna stepped inside. The crystal chandelier in the living room cast a dim glow, adding a cold feeling to the spacious room. Anna took a deep breath, making sure that Grandma Wen was indeed not home. According to the personal maid at the front entrance, the elderly woman was attending a private meeting with shareholders in Manhattan's business district.Anna wasted no time. The urge to uncover the truth that had continued to surge inside her chest after hearing Grand Elder Chandler's confession at the hospital strengthened her resolve as she headed toward Grandma Wen's private study. Her footsteps were extremely quiet as she walked across the thick carpet before stopping in front of the large carved teak desk.With fingers trembling slightly from the turmoil of her emotions, Anna began examining the desk drawers. She opened the Lancaster Group's official documents one by one, searching for her medi
Hurried yet dignified footsteps echoed through the hospital corridor. An elderly man dressed in an expensive formal suit strode forward with the aid of a silver-headed cane in his right hand. Behind him, two bodyguards in black suits followed closely, remaining on full alert.Revaline, who had just stepped out of the waiting area with Anna to check on the situation in the emergency room again, immediately looked up. The moment her eyes landed on the elderly man, her tears burst forth once more."Grandpa!" Revaline cried hoarsely.She ran toward him at full speed, letting go of Anna's hand before throwing herself into her grandfather's embrace. Elder Chandler wrapped his beloved granddaughter tightly in his arms, gently rubbing her trembling back as her body shook with uncontrollable sobs."Calm down, Revaline... Grandpa is here, my dear. Calm down," Elder Chandler whispered in a hoarse but soothing voice. "How is your father?""Daddy is inside, Grandpa... The doctor said his condition







