When I opened my eyes again, everything around me was bathed in cold, sterile white.The sharp scent of antiseptic pierced my senses like a silent alarm.Standing beside the bed, hands buried in the pockets of his coat, was Tyler. He looked down at me from above, expression unreadable, like a man observing something faintly inconvenient.When he saw I was awake, his eyebrows lifted slightly."You really like Charles that much?"I parted my lips, trying to find the right words. But when my eyes met his, an odd flicker of guilt rose within me, uninvited.In Kingsford, the Ford family held unquestioned power. And Tyler—he was the eldest grandson, the heir apparent. Years ago, his decision to study medicine had caused a sensation across the city. Every major news outlet, social platform, and magazine had latched onto it. For over a month, his face dominated the headlines, discussed with a mix of reverence and disbelief.That someone like Tyler—brilliant, distant, almost mythic—would
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