Semua Bab Surgeon's Revenge: From Ex Wife To Country's Best Doctor : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Scarlett's POV Spencer drove while I sat in the passenger seat.I looked out the window and said nothing and he didn't push me to say anything. The city moved past the window. People on the streets doing their Friday evening things, completely indifferent to what had happened four floors up in a hospital surgical corridor three hours ago. Traffic lights. A woman walking a dog. Two kids on bikes. All of it ordinary and unreachable feeling.I pressed my fingers against the cold of the window glass.Three steps. I'd been three steps from that door.I'd been thinking about Agent Ashfield's face when I said we finish it together and I'd been thinking about getting through one more surgery at the end of a long day and I had been three steps from that door and if Miles hadn't called.If Nicholas hadn't run.I pressed my fingers harder against the glass.Spencer's hand came across the console and covered mine briefly. He didn't say anything. Then he put his hand back on the wheel.I looked

Scarlett's POV The kitchen felt larger after she walked out. I stayed in the chair, elbows on the table, staring at the spot where her mug had cooled hours ago. The lamp overhead cast a steady circle of light that didn’t reach the corners, leaving the counters in shadow. Cold tea sat untouched in front of me. I didn’t move to dump it, didn’t stand to follow her down the hall. Just sat with the quiet scrape of the chair legs still echoing in my head from when she pushed back.She wasn’t wrong. That was the part that twisted under my ribs. Scarlett saw the kids’ faces at the door, the way Valeria watched everything without speaking, Aiden’s arms locking tight like he could hold the day together. She carried the weight of surgeries and federal rooms and ten years of building this case, and she needed to hold the ground under her feet. I got it. I understood every layer of why staying felt like the only way forward to her.But understanding didn’t erase the rest. Konrad had missed once

Nicholas's POV My phone rang while I was reviewing the latest Singapore margins at my desk. My father's name on the screen wasn’t unusual. He called for all kinds of reasons, board alignments, property reviews, the occasional terse reminder that blood still meant something in this family. But the timing sat wrong today, two days after the OR incident. “Dad,” I answered. “Be at the estate. Tonight at eight sharp.” His voice left no room for argument. “Family matters.” I paused, pen still hovering over a note about contractor timelines. “Everything alright?” “You’ll hear it with everyone else.” The line clicked dead. I set the phone down and stared at the city through the window. Family meetings happened every few months, updates on holdings, subtle rethinking of power, my father's occasional reminder of legacy. This one felt different. The air had shifted since the hospital. Since my mother’s call. Since Scarlett’s voice on the line yesterday, steady but edged with everything

Nicholas's POV My mother closed the drawer and then turned to me. “Thank you for the room, Nicholas." She said. "It’s more than enough.” I nodded, unsure what else to say. The apartment suddenly felt too quiet, the hum of the refrigerator and distant city traffic the only sounds filling the space. "I’ll figure out dinner." I said. "There’s a place nearby that does decent meals, or I can put something together here.” “Order in,” she said. “Neither of us needs to pretend we’re playing house with pots and pans tonight.” I placed the order while she moved into the living area, her steps still measured from the post-surgery routine. She walked slowly along the bookshelves, fingers trailing over the spines. “No family photos on display. No portraits. Just these technical volumes on contracts and finance.” She paused at the large window overlooking the city. “It’s very you. Everything in its place.” I leaned against the kitchen island, watching her. “Sentiment complicated enou

Calista's POV He paused for a moment. “Calista, I remember. Give me a moment.” I heard a door close on his end. “I’m alone now. Speak freely, but carefully. What’s the situation?” “I’m in deep mess." I I moved to the window and looked at the city. "Ten years ago my sister was in a car accident. It wasn't an accident and she survived. She's been building a federal case ever since and now someone close to the family just walked out of the estate with everything she needs to finish it." "Did you arrange the accident?" He asked calmly. "Yes." My voice came out smaller than I wanted. "Did anyone instruct you to?" "No." My voice was steady. "I acted on my own." He went quiet for a long time. "That's a problem," he said finally. "What are my options?" I asked. "Right now it's limited." He said plainly. "If the federal case is as far along as you're describing and they have an insider willing to testify, the window for maneuvering is closing fast. We're talking days, not weeks. Ho