And so, there | was, facing such a grim fate.
"Max..." | turned around, seeking the comfort of his shoulder, but being much shorter, | found solace against his
chest instead, and suddenly, | couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Max, do you think Claude is truly blind? Kate killed his mother. Kate has done all the evil deeds. Yet, he acts as if
he didn't see anything, utterly oblivious. | thought his coldness towardwas bad enough, but Mrs. Hart was
his mother!" Max didn't hug me. He patted my back gently.
When my tears had subsided, Max handeda pristine white handkerchief to dry my eyes. Looking into his
eyes, so calm yet reflecting my image, | couldn't help but feel he saw me, really did. How else could he always
be there when | needed him most? "Max....."
But | couldn't bring myself to ask if he liked me. After all, we'd only known each other for a month. It would seem
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Max said, "Pull yourself together. | need you for heart surgery."
I was stunned.
He handedthe handkerchief and a glass of water before continuing, "After this surgery, I'll recommend you
for a research position at a school."
Then, he turned, leavingwith a view of his retreating figure, almost godlike in its departure. He had intended
to findfor the surgery, not to follow or watch overon purpose.
It was good that | hadn't asked. How awkward that would have been.
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| glanced back toward Gabrielle's hospital room at the end of the hallway. Encountering Claude maderealize
that everyone faced misfortune. But was Claude's ambition that important? Aiming to surpass the Hilton family,
he forgot that his initial desire to outdo them was to protect his family from being manipulated by power.
| could understand Claude's pain when the Hilton family broke his parents up, but wasn't his desire for strength
meant to protect them? With his mother dead on the path of his ambitions, what difference was there from
losing his original purpose?
| caught up with Max and got my emotions under control. The Hart family was part of my past now.
| glanced at Max. "Max, your mom must have loved you deeply to raise someone as emotionally stable as you
when she was alive."
He paused mid-step, glancing atwith a slight smile, "She died when | was born."
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Suddenly, | was the one rooted in place. Had Max never known a mother's love? No wonder he seemed so
detached. He didn't understand love.
"It's okay. We both grew up without mothers, but we turned out kind. We're not heartless." | thought of Claude
and Kate, those pampered and loved.
He snorted softly, not saying anything more.
As we prepared for surgery, our patient was a young woman in need of a heart bypass. It wasn't a major
operation under normal circumstances. But she was pregnant.
As the anesthesia started to work, she gripped my hand tightly. "Doctor, no matter what, please save my child."
At that moment, | couldn't help but glance at her protruding belly, then at my flat stomach, remembering how
desperately | had wished for something, anything, to save my child.
But there was no lifeline for me. My child was gone. And in this life, | longed to have my child again.