LOGINMiranda replied at once. “You didn’t actually come back, did you?”She had just sent the message and had not even received a response when firm footsteps echoed from the elevator lobby down the corridor. The rhythm was steady and controlled, carrying the unmistakable presence of someone with military training.The sound grew closer.Miranda looked up instinctively.A tall figure was striding toward the operating room. Mike was dressed in a sharply pressed dark green service uniform, the insignia on his shoulders catching the light.He had really come.Startled, Miranda rose to her feet and walked toward him.Fiona’s eyes widened when she saw him. She had only ever seen this imposing man from a distance before. She had never expected him to appear here.Layla didn’t know who he was, but she couldn’t help staring at him. After a few seconds, she had to look away. Mike was like the sun, so radiant it was difficult to look at him directly.“What are you doing back here?” Miranda w
Miranda was responsible for her own safety. There was no need to report her whereabouts to an outsider.The car drove steadily along the highway toward Hamilton. Outside the window, rows of tall trees rushed past, and the sky was beginning to lighten into a hazy gray.Miranda leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes, exhausted. The driver did not disturb her. He drove calmly and quietly.When they arrived at the hotel, the driver spoke respectfully. “Ms. Stone, I’ll bring your suitcase upstairs for you.”“That’s all right. Thank you,” Miranda replied politely.The man clearly looked like a professional chauffeur. He carried himself with quiet discipline. A sudden thought crossed her mind.Since Mike was stationed far away at the base, this driver he arranged must be someone from the Secretary of State's office. Could this person actually be Justin’s personal driver?The realization left Miranda slightly overwhelmed. After checking into the hotel, she saw that it was alre
Since she was asking him to look after Mia, Miranda knew she could not stay cold toward him. She gave a small nod. “Alright. I will.”“Gavin is waiting in the garage. He’ll drive you to the airport,” Felix added. He had called Gavin earlier. For convenience, Gavin had even rented an apartment in another building at Cloudcrest Residence so he could be on call at any time.Miranda paused and looked up at him. Felix did not seem to expect any thanks. He simply carried their sleeping daughter out the door.Miranda had not intended to accept any of his arrangements. But she had a flight to catch. There was no time to argue. She quickly packed a small suitcase and went downstairs.In the parking garage, Gavin was already standing near the elevator doors. “Ms. Stone, you’re here. Let’s go.”He was driving Felix’s Maybach. He took her suitcase and placed it in the trunk.Miranda got into the back seat.Up in the master bedroom on the 27th floor, Felix gently laid Mia on the bed. Mia s
Miranda hadn't expected Mike to be concerned with this while stationed all the way out at the base. A wave of gratitude washed over her. “I’ll probably head to Hamilton tomorrow around noon.”“Okay. Have a safe flight.”“I will.” She nodded.At ten-thirty that night, after putting Mia to bed, Miranda went downstairs to rest in the living room. Just then, her phone buzzed.It was a message from Layla.“Miranda, this is bad. The latest test results show signs that Professor Liam’s cancer cells have started to spread. She needs surgery immediately.”Miranda’s mind went blank for a few seconds. She had not expected Samantha’s condition to worsen so quickly, or so aggressively.“The surgery is scheduled for eight tomorrow morning.”Miranda immediately checked the flight schedule. There was one flight at one a.m. If she wanted to make it in time for the surgery, she had to catch that one.She glanced at her sleeping daughter and made a decision. Mrs. Young could not manage Mia alone
Felix’s question sounded casual, as if it were nothing more than small talk. But the depth in his eyes carried a sharp edge as he looked straight at James.James’s hand paused mid-air as he was about to serve himself some food. He looked at Felix, then turned to Miranda, as if silently asking whether she wanted to answer.Miranda lifted her head and met Felix’s gaze across the table. There was clear displeasure in her eyes.James adjusted his glasses and smiled easily. “Miranda and I? Technically, she’s my junior. When I was overseas, her father was my mentor for a year. I came back to join the lab because of her.”He said it plainly, without hesitation. Especially the part about coming back for her.Felix’s gaze shifted to Miranda, his tone neutral. “Your dad certainly trained some remarkable people.”It sounded like praise, but there was something else beneath it.Miranda held his gaze and replied coolly, “I thought we agreed not to talk about personal matters.”In other word
Felix nodded. “We’ll stick to business. No personal talk.”James was currently pouring all his energy into the launch of the civilian project. Miranda knew his time was precious. If she declined now, a follow-up meeting would only eat further into her schedule later. She nodded. “All right.”The moment she agreed, the corners of Felix’s mouth lifted in a visible smile.“Let’s go then,” he said, taking the lead.Miranda and James followed behind him. James quietly studied her expression, worried that bringing her into this lunch might put her in an awkward position.Miranda sensed his concern and gave him a reassuring smile. “James, where does the project stand right now?”Seeing her shift naturally into work mode, James began explaining in detail. In his eyes, she could see how urgent and important this project was to him.When it came to supporting James’s work, Miranda never hesitated. Compared to that, her personal feelings felt insignificant.To her, James was a mentor, a







