Liam stood frozen in the doorway, staring down at his five-year-old twin daughters in utter disbelief. He couldn't understand how two young children had managed to appear outside his hotel room on the eighth floor all by themselves.​Hannah stood in front, carrying herself with an arrogant, carefree posture that did not belong on a five-year-old child. She had her small hands planted firmly on her hips, her chin tilted high in the air as her sharp, disdainful eyes scanned the narrow hotel corridor. She wrinkled her nose with exaggerated disgust, looking at the patterned carpet and plain walls as if she had just stepped into a filthy garbage dump.​"Ugh, what a disgusting, stinking place," Hannah scoffed loudly, her high-pitched voice filled with pure, unfiltered mockery. "Is this really where you've been hiding, Liam? Look at this tiny hallway! The ceiling is so low, and the air smells like cheap soap! Only poor, dirty beggars live in a shabby hotel like this! If my friends at the eli

Hannah stumbled backward, her hand flying up to clutch her stinging red cheek. She stared at her mother in total, paralyzed shock, completely unable to process the furious, tear-streaked face of the woman who had never once raised a hand against her before. The delicate skin of her cheek turned bright red within seconds. She stared at Chloe with horror in her eyes, like she was unable to believe what had just happened. In her five years of life, as the pampered and treasured eldest heiress of the Harrington family, she had never even been scolded by her mother. "Mom, you hit me! Mom, you…you… slapped me just now?” The little girl’s face twisted into an ugly scowl. She threw her hands down at her sides, stomping her shoes violently against the floor, exploding into a tantrum. "Why are you hitting me?!" Hannah shrieked, tears of sheer outrage spilling down her cheeks as she confronted Chloe directly. "What did I do wrong?! Liam the loser gave me that paper, on which it's written he

​Liam frowned immediately, his eyes narrowing into a sharp glare when Professor Vernon brought up the billion-dollar settlement. A bitter taste coated his mouth, realising the dirty games of the Harringtons that even his workplace supervisor was casually tossing the number in his face.​"I am only fighting for what I rightfully deserve, Professor," Liam said, his voice hardening with an icy edge of wounded pride. "For seven whole years, I didn't hesitate to surrender everything willingly, even letting my my medical talents wash down the drain, but nobody remembers that, they only see the servant who cooks food, washes their laundry, and runs the house. But if someone thinks I am doing this for the money, they are sorely mistaken. Even if I am forced to leave with empty hands, I will still go through with this divorce. Nothing will stop me from severing ties with that family."​Liam knew the underlying truth without having to ask. Professor Vernon and his father-in-law, Richard Harrin

​The small clock on the wall of the outpatient consultation room ticked forward aa Liam sat behind the wooden desk, his posture rigid, his fingers mechanically writing down clinical notes on a paper medical chart.​He had just seen twenty patients in a row without a single second of rest. The continuous cases of chronic hypertension, severe gastric ulcers, chest tightness, and seasonal viral infections. Every single consultation demanded his attention, despite the fact that the exhausting confrontations and conversation from the past few days were eating away at his mind like hungry termites.He felt a sudden wave of dizziness, and ​Liam dropped his pen onto the desk before pressing his palms against his throbbing temples. His vision blurred slightly at the edges, and his mouth was completely dry. For days, he had barely slept a full hour, sustained only by cheap black coffee, deep rage, and a burning sense of wounded dignity.He had just squeezed his eyes shut, when a sudden commoti

Liam stayed silent, which only painted him as a target for Serena’s frustration. “What! Don't tell me that just because you can make some herbal broths for your wife, you have the confidence to treat my father too! And in any case, even your wife is fed up with you, isn't she? I hear you are currently locked in a messy scandal, dragging Chloe’s family name through the dirt and desperately pushing for an immediate divorce. With your pathetic domestic life on fire, how on earth do you still have the spare time to wander around the executive wing of this hospital? Get out of my sight, you idiot!" ​Liam didn't let her deeply personal insults disturb his composure. He spoke up in a flat voice, ​"Miss Umber, these are my official working hours. I am a fully licensed physician employed by this hospital, not an idle bystander standing here to chat with you or gather juicy gossip. I am here to fulfill my medical duties, and you can't ask me to leave." ​Serena let out a scoff, looking him up