After the Divorce, I Became a Super Doctor

Chapter 006

Caelan looked at Dorian as his thoughts settled. The Ashford family was one of the most influential families in Velmont. Surely they could help him.

"Just one thing," Caelan said finally. "Help me get my medical license back and a position as a doctor at Aurelian. Can the Ashford family do that?"

Dorian blinked. It was clear he hadn't expected that to be the request.

Then he nodded firmly. "That's all?" A small, respectful smile formed on his lips. "That's easy, Doctor. I'll use every resource my family has to make sure the process goes smoothly. And as an additional gesture of gratitude, I'll also be making a major investment in Aurelian."

"Thank you," said Caelan simply.

Emric, who had been standing near the door, had already stepped forward before Caelan could even turn around. His hand was outstretched, his face wearing a smile far more relieved than he himself probably realized.

"Welcome back to Aurelian Hospital Velmont, Caelan."

With the Ashford family's backing, Caelan's return was already a certainty. Emric wanted to be the first to say it.

Caelan looked at the hand, then gripped it firmly. "Thank you, Emric."

In the corner of the room, Aldric didn't move.

His eyes watched the scene with a feeling that couldn't be summed up in a single word. The Ashford family, the single greatest debt anyone in this city could hold, and Caelan Voss had only asked for his job back?

His job?

Not money. Not connections. Not a building or shares or anything that a sane person walking out of prison without a cent to their name should have asked for.

Aldric exhaled slowly through his nose.

Maybe you're a genius in medicine, but you're an idiot when it comes to seeing opportunity. That's exactly why your own wife threw you away, Aldric thought bitterly. What a fool who doesn't know how to take his shot.

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Meanwhile, on the top floor of Hotel Onyx, the suite lights were left dim.

Serena Hale sat on top of Harrison Blake with both hands resting on his broad chest, her hair loose and falling messily over her shoulders. The red dress had long since dropped to the floor. Her body moved to a slow and deliberate rhythm, her hips rolling with full awareness, her eyes half-closed as she savored every sensation running to the ends of her nerves.

"Harrison..." she breathed, her voice low and heavy, his name coming out not as a call but as a moan she couldn't hold back.

Harrison lay with his hands behind his head, watching the face of the woman above him with a smile that never left his lips. His hands moved to Serena's waist, his fingers gripping firmly enough to make her draw a sharp breath.

Then the phone on the nightstand vibrated.

Once. Twice.

Harrison didn't reach for it right away. But when the third vibration came with a special notification he had only set for certain kinds of information, his hand moved without asking permission from anyone.

Serena felt the rhythm stop. "Harrison?"

He didn't answer.

His eyes swept across the screen.

"Victor Ashford, head of the Ashford family, collapsed at Aurelian Hospital Velmont today. The critical condition was handled by a doctor named Caelan Voss. An ex-convict released just today. The Ashford family is reportedly set to give him their full support. Should we bring him to our side, Young Master?"

The screen didn't move, but Harrison's face did.

His jaw hardened. The muscles around his eyes tensed. The smile that had never left his lips vanished completely, replaced by something far colder.

Serena tilted her head, reading that expression with confusion that was starting to shift into unease.

"What's wrong, babe?"

Harrison didn't answer right away. He set the phone down at his side, his eyes fixed on the ceiling with an expression Serena couldn't read.

A few seconds passed. Finally Harrison asked, "You and Caelan aren't officially divorced yet, are you?"

Serena frowned. "Why are we talking about him? He isn't..."

"Just answer."

The tone cut through her sentence like a blade. Flat, not loud, but leaving no room for negotiation.

Serena went quiet for a moment. "Not officially. But my parents told me earlier that he already signed the papers. It's just administrative processing at this point, less than a week."

Harrison nodded slowly. His eyes were still on the ceiling.

"Burn the papers."

Serena blinked. "What?"

"Burn them." Harrison finally looked at her. "And go back to him. Convince him to take you back. Then make him your servant in his own home."

Silence hung between them.

Serena opened her mouth, then closed it again. Something in her chest wanted to push back, but her eyes read Harrison's face and the resistance deflated before it could fully form.

"Why?" Her voice was careful.

"Because today he saved Victor Ashford from death." Harrison sat up straight, his voice dropping into something more dangerous than a shout. "The Ashford family now owes him. That means he has access to circles he should never be able to touch. I'm not going to let that ex-convict grow into a threat." His eyes locked on Serena without blinking. "As long as he's in your home, as long as he's mopping floors and washing dishes, he won't have the time to become anything. Keep him exactly where he belongs. In the gutter."

Serena looked down at her own hands folded in her lap.

This wasn't what she had wanted. She had already pictured the wedding, the Blake name after hers, a life she no longer had to fight for. Going back to Caelan felt like stepping back into a hole she had just climbed out of.

But there was no room to refuse here. Not with Harrison looking at her like that.

She nodded. "Fine."

Harrison nodded, satisfied. "Good. I don't care how you do it, just make sure you convince him."

Serena drew a quiet breath. "He loved me very much." The corner of her lips curved slightly, not a warm smile. "This won't be hard."

Harrison didn't respond. He was already looking back at his phone screen.

There was no pity in his eyes. Not for Caelan, not for Serena, not for anyone standing between him and what he wanted.