Chapter 8

"Doctor Montgomery, there's an urgent consultation scheduled for this afternoon. The time has been arranged."

I nodded, my voice flat. "Got it."

It's been a month since I arrived here. Busyness has almost filled my life, but I still can't forget the pain of the past.

In the midnight hours, those scenes still come uninvited: my mother's final struggle on her deathbed, the altered name on the agreement, and Emerson's lies.

"Doctor Montgomery, someone's here to see you." The nurse suddenly knocked, interrupting my thoughts.

I frowned, a flicker of confusion passing through my mind.

I shouldn't have any acquaintances in this place. The moment the door opened, my breath suddenly stopped - Emerson stood there, his face bearing the fatigue of a long journey, but his eyes unusually determined.

"Zoran." His voice was low, with a hint of trembling.

"Why are you here?" I stood up abruptly, my gaze full of surprise and resistance.