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    Coming all this way at thiste hour just to deliver coffee beans? Calvin didn’t buy it for a second. He knew Magnus far too well. Thatugh of Magnus’ said it all. He was bursting to brag about something, and the coffee beans were nothing but an excuse.


    Annoyed, Calvin muttered, “If you’re here to show off, spare me. I need my sleep.”


    “Oh,e now, Calvin! At least open the door for the coffee beans’ sake. We’ve been friends for years—wouldn’t it be nice to share ate-night chat?” Magnus tried to stop him from hanging up.


    “Cut the nonsense. Out with it—I’m sleepy,” Calvin said impatiently.


    “Dude, for a famous surgeon, you sure don’t have much patience,” Magnus said with a chuckle.


    Calvin sighed, speechless, and then sat up on the bed.


    “Hurry up and open the door. The mosquitoes out here are eating me alive! With all the money you stash away, I assumed you’d have someone to answer the door for you.”


    Magnus kept nagging through the phone, leaving Dr. Emmett no choice but to drag himself out of bed.


    Calvin checked the security feed. Sure enough, Magnus was standing there. He pressed the button to let Magnus in.


    The door slid open, and once Magnus stepped inside, Calvin pressed the button to close the door.


    By the time Magnus reached the living room, Calvin was alreadying down the stairs.


    “If not for the coffee beans, I’d have left you outside as mosquito bait. Can’t an old man get some sleep in the middle of the night?” Calvin grumbled.


    “Guess what happened today?” Magnus leaned closer, grinning mischievously.


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    “Go on, I’m listening,” Calvin muttered as he sat down and started brewing the coffee.


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    “What? Say that name again!” Calvin almost dropped his cup, scalding his hand with the hot liquid. He didn’t even notice the pain, desperate to confirm he hadn’t misheard.


    “I—I mean, Christina.” Magnus was puzzled by his alwaysposed and self-controlled friend’s sudden agitation. Why was the ever-calm surgeon so shaken? A restorer couldn’t teach him medicine. At most, Christina’s youth might be surprising—but Calvin’s reaction wasn’t a surprise. This was something else entirely. It almost felt as though Calvin was emotionally undone.


    Calvin wasn’t merely stunned. He was consumed by regret. So, it turned out that entering Christina’s tutge was easier than he had imagined—it required only one trait: casting aside dignity. If only he had known about it earlier. Calvin had failed to gain Christina’s mentorship because hecked the courage to request it inly before everyone’s watching eyes.


    He couldn’t ept it. Each time he encountered Christina, he’d mentioned it with stiff courtesy, yet his approach never worked as well as it had for Magnus, who had triumphed boldly on the first attempt in a public setting.


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