로그인~ ISLA ~The party ended quietly.Grandma was still humming softly as she and Mrs. Cooper gathered the empty plates, while Alistair helped us tidy up. I didn’t argue with him anymore and just let him be—and secretly taking a short video of him while he was wiping the plates after Mrs. Cooper finished washing them.I was laughing silently, amused at how New York City’s famous CEO had completely turned into a different person tonight. Even with a simple chore, he was terrifyingly focused and meticulous.Technically, that was supposed to be my job, but he insisted on doing it. I was genuinely shocked when he offered to help. He’s Alistair Montgomery, okay? Would you ever imagine him doing house chores? That’s way beyond his usual formidable image.Grandma and Mrs. Cooper exchanged knowing looks from time to time, visibly amused to see him helping.When everything was finally organized, Mrs. Cooper said her goodbyes.The house fell into that kind of silence only small towns have at night—
~ ISLA ~The small gathering Grandma prepared was held in her backyard. The sun had already started to set when we finished setting the last dish.The air smelled like home—of roasted chicken, herbs, and the faint sweetness of the apple tree by the fence.It was just a simple dinner with a few of our close neighbors, but everything was well-prepared. Plates clinked, laughter spilled here and there, and Grandma fussed about the table arrangement as if the mayor himself were coming over.“Grandma, stop moving around so much,” I said, half-laughing as I helped adjust the tablecloth. “It’s your birthday. You’re supposed to be resting.”She waved me off. “Oh, nonsense. A birthday’s no excuse to sit like an old statue. Besides, I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time.”I smiled faintly. Mrs. Cooper came bustling in with her usual energy, carrying a bowl of salad.“There! That should be enough for everyone,” she announced proudly, setting it down.Just as we were about to start, the doo
~ ALISTAIR ~The meeting dragged longer than it should’ve, but the moment it ended, I loosened my tie and exhaled sharply from sheer fatigue and annoyance.I could already feel the dull throb behind my temples—another day wasted arguing with greedy people who cared more about profits than vision.Rachel intercepted me the moment I stepped out of the boardroom.“Sir,” she began cautiously, “Mrs. Montgomery dropped by earlier.”I paused mid-step. “Isla?”“Yes, sir. She said she wanted to see you but left a few minutes later. I told her you were in a meeting.”A strange weight settled in my chest. “Did she say anything else?”Rachel shook her head. “No, sir. She just thanked me and left.”I didn’t reply. I just nodded once and kept walking toward my office, my mind spinning faster. Isla came here? For what? When she didn’t call, or even wait for me?When I pushed open my office door, the answer hit me like a blow.Emery sat on the couch, legs crossed, flipping through one of my business
~ ISLA ~The rhythmic hum of the train filled the quiet cabin, a soft reminder that I was leaving the city behind.Rows of trees blurred past the window, their autumn leaves scattering like faint memories I was still holding onto.On the seat beside me rested a small box of red velvet cake and a neatly wrapped present—Grandma’s favorite scarf and a small photo frame I found at the store earlier.I couldn’t wait to see her face light up once I told her about my residency at the hospital.The air felt lighter as I thought of Lambertville—the slow streets, the familiar scent of bread from Mrs. Cooper’s bakery, and the sound of the river just behind Grandma’s house.It had always been my safe place, and today, I needed that peace more than ever.But just as I started to relax, my phone buzzed on the tray table.I unlocked it absentmindedly—and froze in that instant.It was a message from Liana. An image popped up first, making my chest constrict.In the photo, Alistair was holding Emery b
~ ISLA ~It was Friday afternoon—my last shift before the weekend.The entire hospital felt quieter than usual, the kind of calm that came after a long, chaotic week.I had just handed my patient’s chart to the nurse on duty when my phone buzzed inside my bag.I took it out, and once I saw the name flashing on the screen, a small smile touched my lips.“Grandma,” I greeted softly.Her voice came through warm and gentle—one that could always melt away exhaustion no matter how grown-up I thought I was.“Are you free tonight, darling?” she asked. “It’s my birthday. I made dinner—and all your favorite dishes too.”I slapped my forehead for forgetting my grandmother’s special day. How could I forget it was her 75th birthday today? I hadn’t even realized what date it was.My chest tightened with guilt. “Grandma, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot—”“Oh, hush,” she chuckled tenderly. “You can make it up to me by coming home. And bring your husband with you. I want to meet that man personally.
~ ALISTAIR ~The surgery ended before dawn.It was long, brutal, and uncertain. But when the operating room doors finally opened, Isla came out with that quiet look of relief on her face. The elderly had made it through—barely.Grandma was then transferred straight to the ICU. Machines surrounded her frail body, their rhythmic beeping the only proof she was still here. As expected, she was comatose. The doctors said it might take time—or she might never open her eyes again.There was no other choice but to accept it—though a part of me still felt unbearably heavy.I may have never shown my softer side to anyone, but my grandmother was the most important person in my life.When the world turned its back on me, she was my strong pillar. I was often labeled the illegitimate Montgomery, but she made it official by registering me as her own son.And if you’re wondering why my father never married my mother instead… she was already pregnant with me when she caught him having an affair with







