Karina was startled and quickly grabbed Wilfred's hand, rummaging through her bag for a wet wipe. "How did this happen? Why didn't you say anything earlier?"

Wilfred gently brushed her hand aside, his cool demeanor and tired expression softened under the streetlight. "It's nothing. Just a small injury. It'll heal on its own."

"That's not okay!" Karina shot back, ignoring his resistance as she took his hand and cleaned the wound with the wet wipe. She then pulled out a bandage, her movements precise yet tender.

Wilfred watched her in silence, his gaze inscrutable. For a fleeting moment, something flickered in his eyes, as if his thoughts were both present and absent at the same time.

Beneath the cold glow of the streetlamp, the air seemed to soften. Wilfred let himself linger in the moment, indulging in the rare warmth of being cared for.

The next day, they confronted Dr. Kerr, a prominent figure in organ transplantation. Dr. Kerr had narrowly lost the hospital's directorial position to Wilfred, a defeat that had forced him to continue his career as a doctor, albeit with a lingering bitterness.

"What proof do you have to accuse me?

countered, her voice rising. "That day, when Dr. Wilfred wasn't around, you could have stepped in or at least called him

Kerr's expression shifted, but he only muttered dismissively,

fathom the audacity of someone who could make such a callous excuse. Instead of admitting his fault, he had

shouldering accusations and insults without breaking, though she knew deep down he bore the weight

If he had been there,

*Smack!*

done until it was too late. "You're

me? You're just a lowly doctor, riding on

grabbed Karina's wrist, the sharp pain made her wince. But before he could

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