บททั้งหมดของ Under the Mistletoe with my Ex's Brother : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

GOING BACK HOME Scarlet Five years later “Suction,” I said calmly and the resident doctor beside me obeyed instantly, his gloved hands dropping the tools in my own bloodied hand.The operating room was silent except for the steady beat of the monitors and my own voice when I occasionally instructed the doctors and nurses under me.The tumor was aggressive, wrapped around critical brain tissue around like a vine. Beads of sweat broke out of my face and I immediately felt a nurse dab it away with a small towel.“The tumors are out,” I announced three hours later, releasing a heavy sigh. “Close him up now.”The room immediately exhaled collectively, while some group applauded me for another successful surgery yet again. I smiled back at them in gratitude and I walked tiredly back to my office after cleaning up.I picked up my phone on the desk and as I checked the time, my eyes briefly met the picture on my desk. It was a single photo of my son, Jace with a wide toothed grin as he hel

SHE'S NOT A REAL DOCTOR 1Scarlet's Pov I stood in front of the Grand Mount Hotel, Jace's hand gripped in mine, while my other hand clutched the expensive bottle of wine I'd picked up earlier.The hotel was massive—all glass and gold, dripping with wealth and pretension. Valets rushed around, opening doors for guests in designer gowns and tuxedos.I looked down at my outfit—a simple jean and a cozy sweater. Nice, but not formal.My stomach dropped.Jace tugged my hand. "Mommy, this place is so fancy! Are we going to a party?""Something like that, baby."But dread was already creeping up my spine. Damian had said "family dinner." He hadn't mentioned it was a formal event at a five-star hotel.Why hadn't he told me?I looked down at Jace in his cute but casual button-up and khakis. We were going to stick out like sore thumbs."Why do you look worried, Mommy?""I'm not worried, sweetheart. Just... thinking."Why had I agreed to this again?"Come to the Christmas dinner," Damian had sai

RUNNING AWAY TO PLAY HERO?When I reached Damian, I couldn't quite meet his eyes."I have to go. There's a child's life in danger, and I'm the only one available,” I said quietly before glancing at my little boy who was still in Damian's arm."I know," Damian said. "A nineteen-year-old boy. He has a serious head trauma." My voice cracked slightly. "He'll die if I don't operate."Damian nodded once. Just a small dip of his chin, like he knew exactly what I was thinking. The guilt that ran through my head for choosing a stranger against my son."Go. It's your job. Your responsibility.”"But Jace—""I'll watch him."“What– what about my parents? My family— they are here. I can't leave him with them. If they really see Jace… Lucas could see the resemb—” before I could complete my sentence, he touched my arm, his skin igniting a strange spark in me. I flinched away due to reflex.Something flashed in his eyes. Hurt or Understanding? I couldn't really tell.“Don't worry. No one will know a

I'M HERE, SWEETHEART The cab dropped me off at the hotel just after three in the morning. I was still in my scrubs. No coat despite the freezing December air. My hair was falling out of its ponytail. I probably looked like hell. But none of that mattered. I just needed to see my son. The lobby was nearly empty. Just a night clerk who nodded at me as I passed. The elevator ride to my floor felt endless. When I reached my suite, my hands shook as I fumbled with the key card. It took three tries before the light turned green. I pushed the door open. And froze. My suite was full of people. My mother sat on the couch like she owned the place, her posture perfect even at this ungodly hour. Savannah lounged in the armchair, scrolling through her phone with a bored expression. My father stood by the window, arms crossed over his chest. And Lucas hovered near the bedroom door, looking like he'd been there for hours. But my eyes went immediately to Damian. He sat in th