INICIAR SESIÓNBack in the hematology ward, Quentin stood frozen in the hallway long after Talia left. When he finally moved, he realized he'd drawn an audience.He knew exactly what those looks meant. They were all waiting to see him fall apart.The discomfort hit him like a wave, and he snapped. "What are you looking at? Get lost. All of you."The crowd scattered after that, guilt written on their faces.Once the gawkers were gone, Quentin finally noticed Monica standing a short distance away. She was in her white coat, her long hair pulled into a low bun. Her makeup was so subtle that it was almost invisible, but that understated touch made her look effortlessly polished and striking.There was no denying it. By the standards of the medical world, Monica was easily the most beautiful woman in the building.Quentin looked at her and read the pity and concern in her eyes without trying. It lasted only a second before he turned away. He had no interest in staying, and he headed for the elevator
Christian's words rang in Talia's ears, and each one sent a chill spreading through her chest.Talia tilted her chin up to look at him, her voice dripping with indifference. "You think I wanted to come back?"Christian's hand slid from her jaw to her cheeks. He squeezed hard, his voice dropping to something dark and dangerous. "Whether you want to or not, you don't get a choice."It wasn't a request. It was an order. He shoved her into the car before she could respond, ignoring the tears on her face and the panic in her eyes as he pushed her roughly into the back seat.Outside, the crowd wasted no time."Is that woman stupid? The guy's obviously abusive, and she's still going with him.""Who knows. He's probably rich. If all you have to do is take your clothes off to solve your money problems, who wouldn't?""Can't blame her. Look at the car. That's a Maserati.""It's their business. She's willing to put up with it; he's willing to dish it out. Nothing to do with us."Inside t
Talia stepped into the elevator, which was packed wall to wall. Squeezed in the middle of the crowd, she lowered her head as tears poured down her face.She didn't know what the people around her thought, and she didn't care. She couldn't control it. Her body shook with sobs, and her nose was so congested that she could barely breathe.Quentin was a good man. He made her happy, gave her experiences she'd never had before, and showed her what it felt like to be truly loved.She wanted nothing more than to hold onto him. However, she wanted to save Henry more.Christian's threat still echoed in her ears. "If you keep things going with Quentin, I will never save Henry. Not in this lifetime."That single remark was enough to make her surrender everything.She didn't know how long the ride took, but the elevator finally reached the ground floor. The crush of bodies spilled out, and Talia drifted along with them, moving on autopilot.The sun was blazing outside. The moment she stepped
When Talia turned to face Quentin, her expression was cold and blank. There wasn't a trace of warmth left on her face, and the eyes glaring back at Quentin were filled with nothing but fury.Every single word she ground out through clenched teeth was a blade, each one precise and sharp, driving straight into his chest.The same mouth that had once said things that made him feel like the luckiest man alive was now saying things that shattered him. He could feel something in his chest caving in, and he swore he could hear his own heart breaking.He stared at her, stunned and lost, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Do you mean that?"Gone was the confident, self-assured man he'd always been. He stood there like a hollow shell, stripped of everything. His eyes were empty.Talia met his gaze, and the pain slicing through her own heart was nearly unbearable. But she swallowed it down and forced out every syllable. "Every word. It's as real as it gets."Even then, Quentin shook hi
The atmosphere in the office told Talia everything she needed to know. She was about to receive some bad news.The moment Joel sat down behind his desk, he asked, "Have you found a suitable bone marrow donor?"Talia thought of Christian but shook her head. "Not yet."She didn't dare say yes, afraid that Christian might refuse to donate.Joel's expression grew more serious. "Then you really need to figure something out, and fast. Henry's condition is only going to get worse."Today it was a simple bleed. But what about tomorrow? The day after? No one can guarantee that something worse won't happen."Talia had already expected this. She nodded. "I understand."Joel let out a sigh. "The sooner, the better.""I know," she said. Then, she left the office.She walked out of the ward in a daze, so lost in thought that she didn't even notice Quentin coming from the other direction. Just as she was about to pass him, he reached out and caught her arm.Quentin turned slowly and stepped
Henry spoke the truth, but Talia refused to accept it.She looked at him through reddened eyes, unable to form a single word. His face was so pale. If they didn't treat this in time, he might...She couldn't let herself finish the thought, and she didn't respond to what he'd said.Behind them, Quentin had been quietly standing the whole time. When he heard Henry talking like a man writing his will, he couldn't hold back any longer."What do you mean 'not so bad'? You have to stay alive. Otherwise, if I ever treat Talia badly down the road, who will keep me in check?"Talia knew that Quentin was saying it for Henry's sake, so she didn't try to correct him.Henry sat still at the edge of the bed. The blood from his pant leg had seeped onto the white sheets, and that streak of red was a jarring sight.When Talia saw it, her chest seized. The tears came faster now, falling faster than she could wipe them away.She glanced toward the door, silently willing the doctor to hurry. Henry
Yvonne stayed in the ward for observation for an hour. Seeing no other symptoms, Talia took her back to Jubilee Manor.Once they got back, Talia helped Yvonne wash up and changed her into fresh pajamas.Only after Yvonne had fallen asleep did Talia finally go to shower and do her skincare routine.
Two minutes later, Talia opened the hotel room door. Christian didn't turn to look at her. He just strode deeper into the corridor outside, saying as he walked, "Follow me."His voice gave no hint of emotion. Talia couldn't tell what he was thinking, so all she could do was follow.When they reach
When Christian spoke, Julian and Nancy were both standing behind him. Hearing him refer to Talia as his wife, Julian instinctively glanced at Nancy beside him. She also looked back at him.The two exchanged glances but remained silent. Christian's sudden mention of Talia left Julian genuinely confu
Running a fever and feeling dizzy, Talia only started to react when Christian reached out to her.But by the time she tried to protect herself, his hand had already slipped under her clothes.So she wasn't just holding onto her shirt. She was clutching his hand as well.She reacted strongly, hugg







