But when I arrived, the ward was empty — no one from the Lin family was with her.
I called Lucian.
He sounded irritated.
“I’m on leave. Find another doctor.”
When I insisted, he finally agreed to come — dragging along Ivy, of course.
Helena had a cerebral hemorrhage and dangerously high intracranial pressure. She needed emergency decompression.
Lucian swore he would do the surgery himself.
I believed him.
Back then, I thought it was just a simple craniotomy — nothing could possibly go wrong.
The news that the surgery had failed was so absurd, I almost laughed.
Lucian still hadn’t realized that the one lying in the operating room… was his own sister.
So he hadn’t even performed the surgery himself?
A strange chill spread through me. Helena’s body had been lying in the hospital all day — surely someone should have informed the Lin family by now.
But Lucian still acted as though nothing had happened.
Just as I was trying to piece things together, I heard the click of the front door.
Lucian walked in, Ivy trailing behind him, dressed to perfection and smiling coyly.