Semua Bab Guilty By Appearance: Bab 21 - Bab 30

We moved to the outdoor terrace, where a long, rustic wooden table had been set under a canopy of warm fairy lights. The cool evening breeze of the high-rise swept over us, carrying the distant, musical hum of the city below.The dinner was an absolute masterclass in validation.In my family, I was used to being the spectator. I was used to sitting quietly while my mother and Scarlet dominated the conversation with stories of their travels, their art, and their friends. If I tried to speak about my medical research or a difficult case I had solved, my father would yawn or change the subject, treating my passion like a boring, eccentric hobby.But tonight, the sun of the conversation was turned entirely on me. And Blake was the one holding the mirror."Snow was actually t

For the first time in my life, I did not feel like a ghost walking through the halls of Metropolitan General Hospital.It was Friday afternoon, exactly one week after my date with Blake at the glasshouse conservatory. The hospital corridors were busy as usual. Nurses rushed past with medicine trays, the intercom system chimed with emergency codes, and the heavy smell of antiseptic hung in the air. But inside my chest, there was a warm, happy feeling that blocked out the coldness of the hospital. Maya’s hospital room was empty now. She had been officially discharged two days ago. I still remembered the way her mother had hugged me, crying tears of pure relief, and how Maya had waved her small hand as they walked out of the double doors.Because of Blake’s foundation, their massive hospital bill had been completely paid. Maya was going to grow up, play in the sun, and live a long, healthy life.As I stood by the empty crib in Bed 9, my phone buzzed in my scrub pocket. A soft smile inst

Then, the table shifted.Blake stood up.He did not rise quickly or in anger. He stood up slowly, his towering six-foot-two frame rising like a dark, powerful wall between me and my parents. The lazy, relaxed posture of the lunch date vanished instantly. His shoulders went square, his chest expanded, and his handsome face turned into a cold, terrifying mask of pure steel.The air around him seemed to drop by ten degrees. The quiet, polite lawyer had vanished, replaced by the lethal, calculating predator of the courtroom—the Iron Viper."Mr. and Mrs. Ford," Blake said, his voice low, quiet, and incredibly dangerous. It was not loud, but it carried a sharp, metallic edge that cut through the soft music of the restaurant like a knife.My dad’s eyes snapped to Blake, his silver eyebrows rising in a look of arrogant surprise. "And who are you? This is a private family matter.""My name is Blake Buenaventura," Blake said, stepping forward, his large body completely blocking my parents' view

Inside, the house was warm and filled with natural light. The floors were made of polished, dark narra wood, and the high ceilings gave the space a light, airy feeling. There were no expensive, intimidating art pieces or cold marble statues like the ones in my parents' Forbes Park mansion. Instead, the shelves were filled with old, leather-bound books, small potted plants, and warm ceramic dishes."I promised you a quiet day," Blake said, walking into the large, open kitchen. "And that means no waiters, no restaurants, and no performances. I am going to cook for you today, Dr. Ford."I raised my eyebrows in surprise, a playful smile touching my lips. "The terrifying Iron Viper knows how to cook?""I have many secret talents, Snow," he laughed, his dark eyes sparkling with a mischievous warmth. "But today, I am making my specialty: a slow-roasted herb chicken with garlic baby potatoes and fresh rosemary from the garden."He pointed to a high wooden bar stool by the kitchen island. "You

The human body holds onto pain in ways the mind tries to forget.For twenty-six years, my body had been a tight, locked fist. My shoulders were always raised, my jaw was always clenched, and my breath was always shallow. It was the physical cost of living in a house where love was a competition and failure was a crime. Even after I left my parents' home, the tension remained. I carried it into the hospital, into my small apartment, and into my quiet nights. My bones were always tired, aching with the heavy weight of a fight that never seemed to end.But as Blake’s SUV drove down the steep, green mountain roads of the Diokno Highway toward the coast of Batangas, I felt that old tightness begin to melt. Through the open car window, the air changed. The thick, hot smell of Manila’s traffic and wet concrete went away. In its place came the fresh, sweet smell of damp mountain dirt, wild green plants, and the distant, salty breeze of the ocean. Blake sat next to me, his left hand resting