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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? Everyone knows that girl's

wasn't around,

but he only muttered dismissively,

and anger washing over her like a tidal wave. She couldn't fathom the audacity of someone who could make such a callous excuse. Instead of admitting his fault, he had coldly shifted blame without any

moment, Karina thought of Wilfred-how he carried himself with quiet strength, shouldering accusations and

If he had been there, that girl might have had a

*Smack!*

done until it was too late. "You're unworthy of being a doctor," she said through gritted teeth, her voice trembling with

just a lowly doctor, riding on Wilfred's favor, and you think

wince. But before he could do anything further, Dr. Kerr let out a pained cry