CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Karina wasn't naive enough to take Professor Zeller's words as a compliment. Given his position and history with Wilfred, it was far more likely he was testing her or subtly undermining her. Still, Karina knew how to hold her ground.

"So, Professor Zeller," she began calmly, though her nails were already digging into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped imprints. "Why exactly did you call me here? I have responsibilities back at the hospital, and I'd prefer not to waste time." Professor Zeller raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into an amused smirk. "You're quite fond of your current job, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am." Karina's voice was steady, though her body was tense. She couldn't afford to offend him—not someone with his influence.

Zeller studied her in silence for a moment, then tilted his head with a thoughtful frown. "There's something familiar about you... but I can't quite place it."

Karina blinked, caught off guard, but before she could ask, he shook his head. "Never mind. Let's get to the point. I've heard about your recent surgery. Impressive work. Clearly, Wilfred has trained you well."

He leaned back slightly, his tone turning measured. "The association doesn't let talent go to waste, especially someone as young and capable as you."

The implication was clear-a direct invitation.

just a fraction. It was what she had suspected all along. The association wanted to recruit her. At least now, the

you for the recognition," she began,

narrowed, as if anticipating her

I'm content with my current job and don't have ambitions to make waves in the medical field.

personal influence as if they were royalty. Their duty was clear: focus on their work,

lofty ambitions. She didn't want to wield power or

do her job well, make an honest living,

cut from the same cloth as Wilfred. He said

widened.

Professor Zeller didn't elaborate,

leaning forward with a piercing gaze. "Have you considered that joining the association could

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