The door of the hotel room swung open at eight o'clock that evening.Jason Hart stood in the doorway, staring at Steve Lyman. The agent was dressed in a sleek designer coat, holding a thin leather folder, looking entirely too comfortable for a man barging into another man's life.Jason didn't step back. He didn't offer him a seat."Lauren should've come to her senses by now," Jason said, his voice cold and cutting, getting straight to the point. "She got the second test results. She knows the truth. She's not still refusing to let this go, is she?"Steve let out a long, theatrical sigh, stepping past Jason into the small hotel room anyway. He set his folder on the desk and turned around, putting on an expression of deep, sympathetic concern."Jason, to be completely honest with you," Steve began, his voice dropping into a smooth, soothing register, "Lauren really loves you. She genuinely cares about you. She just can't bear the thought of divorcing you."Jason’s eyebrows shot up, a da

The golden commendation banner arrived at Eastport General Hospital early Wednesday morning, sent directly by the wealthy family of the child Jason had saved in the restaurant.Hospital Director Ferdinand Bolt personally called Jason into his top-floor office and praised him."Jason, you're genuinely capable, and you have more experience than most doctors here," Ferdinand said warmly. "If you hadn't always shown so little interest in moving up, I would've promoted you a long time ago."Jason looked apologetic."Director Bolt, actually... there's something I need to talk to you about too." He hesitated for a moment. "I've been going through a divorce with Lauren these past few days, and I still need some time to deal with everything. I'd like to take some time off."Ferdinand was visibly surprised. When he saw that Jason wasn't joking, the smile on his face completely disappeared."Did I hear you correctly?" Ferdinand asked, leaning forward. "You just said you're divorcing Lauren Chase

Nina Harts stared down at the crisp white paper, her fingers trembling against the smooth surface of the document. She read the bolded conclusion at the bottom of the page again and again.NOT BIOLOGICALLY RELATED.The conclusion was absolute. She and Jason Hart had no biological relationship whatsoever.For some reason, her heart began beating faster—a strange, frantic flutter rising in her chest. She lifted her head, looking Jason up and down with wide, disbelieving eyes."This... this is real?" Nina stammered, her voice breathless."There's no doubt about it," Jason said, his voice flat, steady, and devoid of any warmth. "You and I aren't related by blood at all. Lauren had you with another man."His eyes locked onto hers, cold and indifferent. "From now on, you're you and I'm me. We have nothing to do with each other anymore."Nina hesitated, her mouth drying up as the reality settled in. "Then... what am I supposed to do?""Go ask Lauren who your biological father is," Jason repl

Jason Hart rushed back to the hospital, pushing through the double doors without wasting a single second. The emergency call was clear, and he needed to prepare immediately for a major craniotomy.Within minutes, he was in the operating room, scrubbed in, masked, and serving as the first assistant in one of the most delicate brain surgeries of the year.Ferdinand Bolt, also the director of neurosurgery, stood across from him as the lead surgeon."Are you ready, Jason?" Ferdinand asked, his voice calm behind his surgical mask. "This one is complex. We don't have room for mistakes.""Ready, Director," Jason replied smoothly. "Let's begin."As first assistant, Jason took total control of the opening phase. He made the initial scalp incision with absolute precision. His hands remained steady as he exposed and separated the skull, carefully drilling and opening the dura to expose the brain tissue. Only after that crucial prep work was finished would Ferdinand take over to deal with the dan

The high-stakes confrontation inside the private hospital room had ended terribly.After storming out on Jason, Bolton Chase walked straight into Ferdinand Bolt's executive director office, slamming the heavy wooden door shut behind him."That ungrateful bastard thinks he's grown wings now!" Bolton roared, pacing across the room, his eyes blazing with fury. "He actually dares to raise his voice and stand up against me! I need to make him understand that around here, no one crosses me and gets away with it!"Bolton stopped right in front of Ferdinand's desk, leaning down with a harsh glare."Fire him," Bolton commanded coldly. "Make sure he can't work as a doctor in this hospital anymore. The second you drop him, I'll make a few calls to my friends across the medical board. I want to see which hospital, clinic, or private practice in this entire city would still dare to hire him."Bolton gave a cold, nasty snort. "I'd really like to see how long he can survive in this city after that!"