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    Ste was halfway across the hospital parking lot when headlights swept over her feet.


    She paused, frowning, and turned just in time to see a familiar car pull neatly into a space near the VIP entrance.


    The engine shut off, and a tall figure stepped out. She recognized the man


    immediately.


    Someone she rarely sees outside her office, as their busy schedules seldom allow them to meet. They had only spoken over the phone until now.


    Without hesitation, she hurried toward him.


    “Dn?” she asked, blinking. “What are you doing here at this hour?”


    Dn shut the door and adjusted his jacket, looking a bit too calm for someone arriving nearly at midnight at the hospital.


    “Visiting my boss.”


    Ste was surprised to hear that. ‘Axel? Is he sick? Did he have another boss? she wondered, before asking, “Which boss?”


    For a fraction of a second, his expression stiffened.


    That was all it took.


    Her stomach dropped, guessing something in her mind. “Who is in this hospital? My brother–inw? Or, my sister?”


    Before he could answer, Ste grabbed his wrist and started dragging him toward the


    entrance.


    “My sister, Eve? She is…” she said, already pulling out her phone. Her fingers trembled as she unlocked the screen.


    No missed calls.


    No unread messages.


    Nothing.


    Her heart began to pound harder.


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    “Ste, wait,” Dn said, trying to slow her. “You’re assuming things” He tries to distract her before she pushes the elevator button. He can’t let her go upstairs now.


    “Then tell me I’m wrong,” she shot back, still walking, “Tell me she isn’t here, or my brother–inw is not here…”


    He sighed. “You just finished a shift in the IG. You should go home and rest?


    “I’m not tired…”


    “You are,” Dn said, looking at her with concern, noting how exhausted her eyes now looked.


    Ste sighs deeply, trying to avoid eye contact with him, her gaze fixed on the elevator before them. She has indeed been exhausted.


    She turned to face him. “Dn, if you’re lying to me, I swear-” she can’t finish her sentence as the elevator doors slide open.


    Jimmy stood inside, a surprised sh in his eyes.


    Ste’s breath caught. “Ji–Jimmy…”


    Her suspicions were undeniable. Jimmy never came to hospitals unless his master did. And his master only came when Evelyn was involved.


    ‘Wait… or Oliver?‘ Ste wonders, and her head starts to hurt from all the guessing.


    “Oh, Jimmy…” Ste whispered. “You, also here…”


    Jimmy smiled tly. “Miss Ste…” he said, then walked out of the elevator and let them in.


    Dn closed his eyes briefly and walked inside, “Fine. Come with me.”


    As the elevator stopped on the top floor, Dn led her through the VIP wing, guards nodding respectfully as they passed.


    When they noticed Ste, one of them stepped forward, but Dn raised a hand. “She’s family.”


    Ste noticed that the entire floor was quiet and empty, with no other patients in sight, only a few guards stationed in a particr area.


    The entire floor has be a restricted area. She knew that only Axel could do so. They didn’t make it far before Dn spoke again. “She was in a car ident.”


    The words barely registered.


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    <b>“</b><b>A </b>decident?” Ste repeated faintly as she grabbed Dn’s hand to stop him. “Repeat 1148


    “You can’t tell this to anyone else.” Dn sighed deeply before continuing, “Your sister had a car ident. She is now in the recovery room…


    Ste didn’t ask anything, but she hurriedly walked toward the recovery room on that floor. Her pace quickened.


    The moment she saw Evelyn lying on the bed pale and unmoving, tubes connected to monitors, Ste’s knees nearly buckled.


    She gripped the windowframe to keep herself upright.


    Why did my sister have a car ident? Why Why… She is there. This must be a dream, right?‘ She thought.


    Then she saw a man step out of the room, pulling off his surgical cap.


    Ste froze.


    “Professor Han?” she said, recognizing him immediately.


    He looked up, surprised. “Ste? Why are you here? This ce, restricted…”


    “That’s my sister, Evelyn Knight,” she said quickly, her voice shaking. “What happened?”


    His expression softened as understanding dawned. “Mrs. Knight was admitted after a high–impact car ident. Multiple fractures to the upper limbs and chest trauma. She underwent emergency surgery.”


    Ste swallowed. “And… is she okay?”


    “She’s stable now,” he assured her. “We’ve controlled the internal bleeding. She’ll be moved to a VIP room once she’s fully monitored.”


    Relief flooded her chest, only to be ripped away by his following words.


    “I’m sorry,” he added gently. “The trauma caused a miscarriage.”


    Ste’s vision blurred as tears welled up. She pressed a hand to her mouth, choking


    back a sob.


    “She… misscarriage…”


    “Yes,” he said quietly. “We did everything we could.”


    She nodded numbly, thanking him before he stepped away.


    Dn stood beside her, silent, steady. He did Crouch her, but his presence grounded her more thum words rvm could.


    “I’m staying, Dn. Este said suddenly. “I’m not going home?


    Dn didn’t argue. He felt his heart ache at w terribly sad she was.


    low


    He wanted to hold her, but he dismissed thou thoughts right away.


    “Ste” He softly said, “I won’t ask you to go home. But you can wait and rest in


    Oliver’s room.”


    “He is here, too?” Ste asked while wiping her tears.


    “Yes, they will stay in the hospital for the time being” He said and led her to the VIP wings.


    Ste slowly entered the room and saw that Oliver was already asleep, curled up under


    a nket.


    Laura sat nearby, her hands sped tightly in herp.


    The moment Laura saw Ste, she stood. “Miss Ste…”


    Ste crossed the room and hugged her without hesitation. “Why didn’t you tell me? You know my phone…” She said, voice shaking.


    “I don’t know,” Laura admitted softly. “I only know when I arrive here. I haven’t seen Madam yet.”


    They sat together in silence, broken only by the quiet hum of the heater.


    Ste wiped her tears and nced at Oliver on the bed, “Did he cry?”


    Laura shook her head, “Young Master hasn’t yet seen his mother. He only knows about his mother’s injury.”


    “Poor little Oliver…” Ste feels even sadder for her nephew.


    At the same time, Oliver stirred but didn’t wake.


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    <strong>Olivia Harris</strong> is an emerging author celebrated for her captivating romantic and steamy novels. With a talent for crafting deep emotional connections and fiery chemistry between her characters, Olivia’s stories offer readers an escape into worlds filled with passion, intrigue, and heart-stopping drama.