MasukDamian stood in front of Naim Private Hospital, his posture was stiff, with a tightened jaw.He checked the time on his wristwatch again."What’s taking him so long?" he muttered through clenched teeth.Vincent should have reported back by now.Damian exhaled slowly, forcing himself to calm down. He was the one who had asked Vincent to take Kaira out to eat and then drop her home. So, with Vincent taking his time was partly his fault.Still…He curled his fingers into his palm.Vincent should have moved faster and be here already.Lost in his thoughts, a soft voice pulled him back."Sir?"Damian turned sharply.It was the same nurse from inside the hospital earlier.His irritation surfaced instantly. "Again?" he snapped. "What do you want now?"She flinched but forced a polite smile. "I'm sorry, sir. Just wanted to ask if you’re uncomfortable standing. I could bring you a chair or...""I’m fine," he cut in coldly, not letting her finish.She nodded quickly, clearly embarrassed.Damian
Kaira's POVInside the apartment, I barely had time to sit on the couch before they started pressing me with questions. Even on the way home, they had not stopped."Is he a family member?' Jason asked, curiosity was clear in his voice. "Someone we have never met before? You have not met him either, right? Was it your first time seeing him?""Yes," Camille added quickly. "I was thinking the same thing. He has to be someone close to you... right?"Both of them kept staring at me, waiting for my answer.I was wrong.I had thought they already knew he was my father, judging by their reaction earlier. Or maybe they were pretending not to know, giving me space. Now I understand. They wanted me to tell them myself.I turned to Jason, then to Camille, and noticed the familiar fidget in their movements.They did not want to push me too hard and kept pretending to be casual so I would not feel pressured.Telling them would not hurt. They would find out eventually anyway. They were my friends re
Kaira's POVIt was Camille and Jason, waving at us with smiles on their faces."They’re your friends, right?" he asked, turning from them to look at me.They were standing across from the café, probably on their way to my place when they noticed me. Just as they were about to cross the road, a car sped past, forcing them to stop and wait.I couldn’t wave back. I was too weak to even fake a smile, which was unlike me."Can you do me a favor, Kaira?" he asked softly.Weakly, I tilted my head toward him."What is it?"I wanted to hate him. I wanted to avoid him for not coming sooner. But he came anyway and explained everything. It wasn’t entirely his fault. Fate had been cruel to us.He is my father. He brought me into this world, and he loved his family before everything fell apart. I decided to give him a chance, to allow him back into my life. It felt like the right thing to do.I couldn’t live knowing my father was alive and still act like I had no one. I would honor my parents’ wish
Kaira's POV"How… how could you…" I started, my voice breaking."I’m… I’m sorry, Kaira," he said hoarsely, reaching for my wrist.I did not move, and stood there like a statue, frozen in shock."Please, sit. Sit and let me tell you everything," he pleaded, his hand gently holding mine, his eyes filled with desperation.Without hesitation, I pulled my hand away and sank weakly back into the chair.This could not be real.Why did he never tell me? Why did he leave me all those years without looking for me or visiting? I grew up feeling like an orphan, without parents, without care, without love.No. It was not possible.Mr Stewart could not be my father. He would not have abandoned his own child."I know you do not want to listen, but please hear me out," he said softly. "I am not saying I am without fault, but I do not want to spend the rest of my life regretting the time I did not have with you, Kaira."I looked up at him weakly. "What are you talking about? I do not understand. Pleas
Kaira's POVHe led me to a small café across from my apartment. I had never stepped inside before. The place was popular in the neighborhood, but I always kept to myself. Home was safer. Quiet, and invisible. That was how I liked it after everything with my family.I had met the owner once. He once appeared out of nowhere while I was taking out the trash and claimed he got lost, looking for someone. It was strange because my building was isolated from the main street. He later mentioned his café, bragged about his coffee, and told me to stop by sometime. I just nodded. I never planned to go. I thought he only wanted more customers.Yet here I am now.What bothered me more was how Mr. Stewart knew about this place. Did he follow me around again like he used to, to the extent of knowing a café close to me... The thought made my chest tighten."Here," he said softly as he pulled out a chair for me.I sat down quietly, my body feeling weak and heavy. He took the seat across from me, a sma
Kaira's POVShortly after, Vincent stopped in front of my apartment. He had obeyed Damian’s instructions completely, buying me breakfast and making sure it was exactly what I wanted before driving here."Thank you, sir," I said with a small bow as I opened the door.Silence had filled the car the whole ride, thick enough to make the air feel tight around us. Neither of us spoke. He didn’t mention anything about what happened earlier. A part of me kept waiting, thinking he might say something once it was just the two of us. Maybe apologize again for lying, or explain himself. Maybe… anything.But nothing came.He simply focused on the road, his eyes straight ahead, his hands steady, driving with the same calm obedience he had always shown. Just doing his job.A small disappointment tugged at me. I didn’t know why I expected more. Maybe he was only being careful now, afraid to say something that might cause trouble later. Vincent didn’t talk much to begin with, and that seriousness of h







