The morning sunlight bathed the expansive Johnson estate in a warm glow, but inside Ethan’s office, the atmosphere was anything but serene. Ethan sat at his desk, his wheelchair positioned at an angle that gave him a clear view of the sprawling garden beyond the windows. Documents, spreadsheets, and reports were scattered before him, but his attention was miles away. Emma had become a presence he couldn’t ignore. Her voice, her laughter, even her sarcasm had carved a permanent place in his life. But this morning, she seemed different—quieter, distracted. He noticed it the moment she entered the room with a tray of breakfast. "Good morning," she greeted, placing the tray on his desk. Ethan glanced at her, noting the faint circles under her eyes. "You didn’t sleep well," he observed. Emma shrugged, forcing a smile. "You’re not my only patient, you know. I had some late-night calls." "You could’ve woken me up," Ethan replied, his tone teasing but laced with genuine concern. Em
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