LOGINRuby's email stared right back at Chris. His heart skipped a beat. There was no way. She could have solved it, or so he thought, not even Julian Rhodes, with his fancy doctorate, could crack a core problem like that on such a tight deadline. So how the hell was some undergrad supposed to solve it? I don't care how much Professor Miller hyped her up, Chris thought inwardly. He moved his mouse, opened the email and froze. A sharp bang echoed through the office as Julian Rhodes slammed a thick stack of documents onto the conference table. He pointed at them. “Meeting. Now.” Chris didn't move. His eyes stayed glued to the screen. “Chris,” Julian barked. “Is your ass glued to that chair?” Chris flicked his gaze back to the email. It looked empty. Blank relief rushed through him.
She answered in a cool professional tone, her voice unrecognizable. Isabel's voice was practically dripping with respect. “Hello, Dr. N. I apologize for the sudden call.” “I'm Isabel Natalia Anderson's daughter.” “I've come to you with a very exciting proposition.” “The Knight Corporation has invited you to join its R and D team with my mother's endorsement.” “Would you consider—” “Not interested,” Ruby cut in, her modulated voice cold as steel. Isabel began to protest, but Ruby interrupted. “I only consult for companies under Mrs. Anderson's direct ownership.” “Don't call me again.” And with that, she ended the call, leaving Isabel with the face of a smoking volcano. It was Monday morning when Ruby dropped the puppy off with Matilda and headed to work. Out on the street, she was
While Natalia's hospital suite was shrouded in tension, Matilda's was lively and full of conversation. “What did we have for lunch today?” she mused out loud, straining her brain to remember. “Porridge… No, that's not it. It was noodles, right?” Owen nodded, a gentle smile on his face. “That's right.” Grandma Matilda beamed proudly. “See, I told you I'm fine. My mind is sharp as ever.” Owen remained silent. His smile was hollow. They'd eaten rice for lunch, but Matilda had forgotten again. Her memory was deteriorating with each passing day, and he didn't know how to stop it. From across the room, Ruby asked lazily, “Grandma, what color was Mr. Knight's tie yesterday?” Matilda frowned. “Sweetie, I don't like that. You call him Mr. Knight.” She turn
Leo's words hung in the air. One by one, all eyes turned to Carter. Carter looked stunned. “Wait. Did Owen arrange this room?” he asked, his voice unsteady. “That's right,” Leo replied calmly. Owen, however, said nothing. Maintaining a composed, distant expression, he stepped out into the hallway, clearly giving the family their privacy. Only Ruby knew he was there, but she kept her lips sealed despite her surprise. Natalia was stunned, too, but she recovered quickly, forcing a smile. “So, Carter, your uncle secured the suite for you. How nice of him.” Leo chimed in with a smile. “Actually, Miss Ruby asked the boss to arrange this.” “Did you ask hi
“I heard the hospital's packed with flu cases, not a room available yesterday.” “Yet Carter secured this one for us.” “We're indebted to him.” Natalia's eyes went wide. “Did he arrange this?” “Sweet. I must thank him.” “He really is a good kid.” Isabel jumped on the opportunity. “Mom, since Carter has been so good to you.” She barreled on with a dramatic sigh. “The Knight family wants Carter to lead R&D, but the veteran researchers won't respect him.” “If Doctor N came on board, even as a consultant, Carter would gain the authority he needs.” After she finished speaking, Isabel watched her mother's face. Sure enough, she saw the conflict there. Natalia had principles. She hated calling in favors, but she hated owing them even more. Natalia hesitat
Her father's harsh question made Ruby's eyes narrow before she could respond. Natalia's soft voice came from the bed. “Is that Ruby?” Warren, let her in. “You'd better not upset my wife again.” Ruby ignored him and walked straight to Natalia. “I already told you this has nothing to do with Ruby,” Natalia said gently, holding Ruby's hand. “I'm just exhausted from days of poor sleep.” “Sweetheart, were you frightened today?” Ruby managed a faint smile. “I'm just glad you're okay.” “You should come home more often,” Natalia said warmly, settling back against the pillows. “And your husband. Your mother may call him useless, but I know better. You've always had good judgment.” “I'm sure he's not so bad. Bring him to meet me someday.” Ruby's eyes burned. “Yes, ma'am,” she whispered.
"Your sister was so good to you. She didn't just let you go to school with her. She shared her clothes." "And when you were born so weak, do you remember? You survived because you drank the milk meant for Izzie." Ruby felt a familiar knot form in her chest, but she waited, letting Sheila talk h
While Isabel spent the night kneeling in the freezing courtyard, her knees pressed into unforgiving stone, Ruby slept lightly in Matilda's room. The first pale rays of morning filtered through the curtains, just enough to wake her. Ruby found herself alone, tucked neatly into a bed. A small gre
The physician looked at him steadily. "Because she believes she won't make it through the year." "She's afraid that once she's gone, you'll be alone." "She thinks this granddaughter-in-law is the only person she can leave behind to look after you." Owen froze. A storm of emotion flickered in h
Owen's answer dropped the room into pin-drop silence. It was Isabel who broke it first. She bowed her head. Her voice laced with fake sympathy. "Oh, so that's what happened." She sighed softly. "Ruby, why didn't you say anything earlier? If you had just told us the truth, we could have avoide







