Gregg’s head whipped toward Mr. Hanley, his face paling as the words sank in. “Him, the new manager?” he exclaimed, his voice carrying a crack that made a few heads turn. “Mr. Hanley, please don’t pull my leg. I didn’t drop any resignation letter before today, and how can this boy be able to replace me?”Gasps and muffled chuckles rippled faintly around the table, but Hanley only shrugged, unbothered. The old man leaned back in his chair, his gaze firm and unshaken. “Because the boy is efficient,” he said calmly. “I’m the oldest partner of Dynasty Group, Gregg. I’ve seen men come and go, and I can testify that I’ve not seen any young man like him. His type doesn’t come by except once in a century.”Gregg’s mouth opened but no words came. He lowered his head, shame burning the edges of his pride like acid. The conference room felt colder, the silence heavier. For the first time in a long while, the attention wasn’t on him, it was on someone younger, smarter, and far more composed.Bu

The entire lobby froze. Heads whipped toward Natalia in shock, eyes widening at the rare sight before them. None of the staff had ever seen their boss so furious, let alone publicly condemn someone so fiercely for disrespecting Nathan. The air thickened with silence, the kind that crackles right before a storm breaks.Clarke stood there, mouth slightly agape, her confidence crumbling under Natalia’s glare. “H-Husband?” she stammered, her voice small and unsteady. Her gaze darted between Nathan and Natalia, disbelief wrinkling her brow. “But, Ms., you’re divorced.”“Shut up,” Natalia snapped sharply, her tone cold and final. “For repeatedly insulting Nathan, you’re fired, Clarke.”A collective gasp rippled through the lobby. Clarke’s face drained of color, and even Nathan stiffened beside her, shock sweeping through him. He had seen Natalia in control, composed, and calculating, but never this angry. Her voice carried heat, her eyes burning like she was defending something precious.“N

The nurse inhaled sharply. “A mother and her twins’ lives are in danger, sir.”The atmosphere in the hospital room shifted instantly at the nurse’s wordsThe words hung in the air, heavy and chilling, as Nathan and Natalia exchanged glances, each feeling the sudden, sharp weight of the moment.Doctor Lowe, who had been calm and professional moments ago, froze mid-sentence. His brows knitted together, confusion and alarm flashing across his face.“What?” he demanded sharply. “Hasn’t the operation pushed through yet?”The nurse looked visibly shaken, her voice trembling slightly. “No, Doctor Ric. Things are… complicated now. That’s why your attention is urgently needed.”Doctor Lowe’s shoulders stiffened. “Complicated how?”“The mother’s condition is worsening. Her heart rate is unstable. Doctor Grey said she might not make it through the next thirty minutes without immediate intervention.”Lowe exhaled, running a tired hand through his hair. “I’ll be there right away.” He turned toward

Dr. Grey’s proud voice seemed to have been lost when the tall man entered the corridor. His jaw dropped slightly before he recovered, straightening his coat and bowing with uncharacteristic politeness.“Dr. Mitch! It’s… It’s good to see you, sir!” he said quickly, his tone completely different from the arrogance he had displayed seconds ago.The others, Natalia, the patient’s family, the nurses, and even Dr. Lowe, turned toward the newcomer. Dr. Mitch was a man who carried the air of distinction without trying. His silver hair, neatly combed back, framed a face that was calm but commanding. He was known throughout the country, not only as one of the most respected doctors in the city but also as a board member of the remarkable National Medical Association. He rarely showed up at any hospital except for high-level emergencies or official evaluations.Even Dr. Lowe blinked, clearly surprised to see him here. But what followed next left everyone completely dumbfounded.Ignoring the gree

Natalia walked out of the hospital beside Nathan, the faint scent of antiseptic clinging to her clothes. The late afternoon breeze met them halfway through the corridor, carrying the sterile chill of the hospital with it. Her steps were slow but steady, a paper bag of prescribed vitamins held against her chest. Nathan walked beside her, quiet as ever, his hands tucked into his pockets.The sun had slipped beyond the horizon, leaving the streetlights to take over the task of lighting their way.“Don’t skip the vitamins,” Nathan said, breaking the silence as they passed through the glass doors. His tone was matter-of-fact, but there was a thread of concern that softened his voice. “And don’t forget what Dr. Lowe told you about your rest schedule. You need to take it seriously.”Natalia smiled faintly, adjusting the strap of her bag. “I’ll remember,” she murmured, though her eyes flicked toward him, reading the unspoken meaning behind his words. He wasn’t just concerned, he was deflectin