Mag-log inThe hospital canteen was quiet that afternoon.Damian pulled out a chair at a table near the window, placing a glass of mineral water and a small bowl of congee in front of Sienna. He sat down across from her, leaving his own coffee untouched.Sienna gripped the glass with both hands. She didn't drink, simply staring at the water's surface, which trembled slightly whenever her fingers shifted. Her shoulders slumped, and her gaze drifted out the window, unseeing.Minutes passed in complete silence.Damian watched his wife. He knew she despised being pressured to talk, and he had no desire to add to the heavy burdens weighing on her shoulders. Yet, he couldn't let this oppressive stillness linger."Eat a little of the congee," Damian said softly. "For our baby." It was the only argument Damian knew would compel Sienna to listen.Sienna looked at him, letting out a long, weary sigh before nodding and picking up the spoon. She took a slow bite.Damian watched closely, a quiet wave of reli
Sienna took a breath and straightened her back. She carefully lowered James's hand back over the blanket, then turned to face Lupita on the opposite side of the bed."Auntie doesn't need to dictate what Papa does," Sienna said quietly. Her voice was steady, no longer trembling. "Papa is a grown man, and he knows what he wants. Just be a good wife to him, because Auntie was Papa's choice."Lupita stiffened. Her eyes narrowed, ready to strike back.However, Sienna had already turned around. She walked toward the door without looking back, pushing it open gently and leaving the chill of the ICU behind her.Stepping out into the hallway, Sienna found Damian instantly straightening up from the wall where he had been leaning.Damian strode over to Sienna before the door fully closed. "How is your father's condition?"Sienna removed her mask and plastic gown, handing them over to a nurse. She pulled the corners of her lips upward. A smile appeared, but it looked forced, like something she wa
Outside the ICU.Sienna requested permission to see her father.However, the attending nurse first checked the log on her clipboard, then scanned the group one by one."I'm sorry, only two visitors are allowed inside at a time. The limit is ten minutes."Damian turned to Sienna. "Who are you going in with?""With Lupita," Sienna answered softly. "She's his wife, and she'll surely want to see him."Damian wanted to object, but he saw Sienna lifting her chin with that familiar, quiet determination. He gave her hand a brief squeeze. "I'll wait outside. If anything happens, come right out."Sienna nodded.The nurse handed them surgical gowns and masks, instructing them to wash their hands thoroughly first.Lupita put on the gown with stiff, mechanical movements, refusing to look at Sienna even once.Once both of them were dressed according to ICU regulations.The ICU doors glided open.The air inside was chilled and heavy with the scent of antiseptic, while the steady, rhythmic beeping of
Damian's car pulled up in front of the hospital, followed closely by the second vehicle carrying Beatrice and Elena.Damian stepped out first, walked around the car, and opened the door for Sienna. He steadied her elbow until both of Sienna's feet were planted firmly on the pavement."Take it slow," Damian murmured with absolute care."I know." Sienna nodded. Her palms were ice-cold, and she clenched her fingers into fists to keep them from trembling.They walked together down the hallway toward the ICU waiting area. Beatrice walked on Sienna's right, clutching her handbag against her chest, while Elena trailed a step behind them, her sharp eyes scanning every corner of the corridor.Arriving at the ICU wing.Lupita was seated on a long bench outside the ICU doors. She looked up at the sound of footsteps and froze. Her eyes widened as she took in Damian, then Beatrice, and finally Elena. Her fingers tightened around her purse strap.She hadn't anticipated this. She had simply asked Si
Sienna swiped her finger across the screen and pressed the phone to her ear. She stepped away toward the corner of the room, putting distance between herself and the children fighting over the books."Hello?""Sienna," Lupita's voice came through the line, tense and entirely devoid of pleasantries. "Your father has been hospitalized."Sienna's grip on the phone tightened instantly. "What happened to Papa?""His condition dropped this morning. He was having trouble breathing, then fainted in his bedroom. He's in the ICU right now." Lupita paused for a fraction of a second, her breathing uneven. "The doctor said the fami
Julian pushed open the courtyard gate with one hand. He paused on the paved path upon seeing Elena standing on the porch. He nodded politely, his expression neutral, much like one would greet a passing neighbor.Elena immediately straightened her posture, smoothing the hem of her blouse before lifting her chin as high as she possibly could. Her palms suddenly felt ice-cold."Good afternoon," Julian greeted, halting at the foot of the porch steps. "Miss Elena, right?""Yes." Elena's voice came out sharper than intended. She cleared her throat, then repeated it in a tone meant to sound effortlessly casual. "Yes. You're... Mr. Julian Mercer.""Just Julian," Julian offered a faint smile. "We crossed paths briefly at Damian's house, but we didn't get properly introduced.""Oh. I remember." Elena glanced away toward the courtyard, pretending to be utterly absorbed in the children playing soccer. Her cheeks warmed. "I just... didn't pay much attention back then.""Understandable. The atmosph







