Until the night he came home early.
A critical business deal collapsed unexpectedly. For the first time in months, Alexander left his office before sunset.
He didn’t call ahead.
He wanted to surprise his sons.
As he stepped into the mansion, something stopped him cold.
Laughter.
Loud. Unrestrained. Joyful.
It came from the living room.
Frowning, Alexander walked closer—and froze.
There, in the middle of the room, Emily was lying face-down on a green ottoman.
Her eyes were closed.
She wasn’t moving.
The twins stood behind her, giggling wildly.
Ethan pressed a toy stethoscope to her back. Leo leaned over seriously and said, “Her heartbeat is strong.”
Alexander’s chest tightened.
What is she doing?
Had she collapsed? Was this some kind of reckless game? Were his sons in danger?
His mind raced—until he heard Emily speak softly, without opening her eyes.
“Doctor Ethan… Doctor Leo,” she murmured, “is your patient going to survive?”
“Yes!” the boys shouted together.
“She just needs rest,” Leo added proudly.
Emily smiled.
Alexander didn’t interrupt.
He watched.
