I tilt my head, arms crossing. “You think I care that much?”
“I think you care too much.”
I scoff. “Right. Because trying to tag along to a meeting is the ultimate crime. Should I turn myself in to the police now?”
Her expression hardens. “You can joke all you want, but I see through you. You don’t want Harin happy. You don’t want this wedding to happen.”
I feel something in me snap.
Something deep. Something ugly.
Yes, I don't want want this wedding to happen and I'm planning to stop it from happening no matter what.
I let out a slow, deliberate breath, stepping closer.
“Funny,” I murmur. “Because last I checked, you and your husband never wanted me happy either.”
Her face tightens.
I smile—sweet. Sharp.
“I still remember, you know?” I say softly. “How you looked at me when I was younger. Like I was just some stray you had to tolerate.”
She flinches. Just slightly.
“And now you want to act like you care about happiness?” I let out a laugh. “That’s rich.”
She stiffens. “That’s different. Harin—”
“Harin is your daughter.” I nod, mock understanding in my voice. “And I’m just… not.”
Her jaw clenches.
“But, you know, you’re right about one thing,” I cut in. “I don’t want this wedding to happen.”
She freezes.
And I step closer.
“I don’t want this wedding to happen,” I repeat, voice smooth, steady, deadly. “Not because of Harin. But because I know something is wrong.”
Her eyes dart to mine, something flickering in them—doubt? Fear?
I lean in, just enough for my words to sink in.
“And I’ll figure it out,” I whisper. “No matter what.”
For the first time, Harin’s mother doesn’t have a response.
And for the first time, I enjoyed her silence.
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I stare at the screen.
The hospital's patient log is open in front of me, my laptop casting a dull blue glow across my room. A list of names, details, surgeries scheduled for tomorrow.
Focus, Ye Na.
I inhale deeply, rolling my shoulders back.
Tomorrow’s surgery is a gastrectomy—a partial stomach removal for a patient with stomach cancer. I scroll through the details:
Patient: Male, 57 years old.
Pre-op Notes: History of hypertension. Needs stable hemodynamics throughout.
Plan: General anesthesia, intubation, epidural for post-op pain control.
Risks: Bleeding, aspiration, post-op respiratory issues.
I drum my fingers against the keyboard, mentally running through the process.
1. Induction: Propofol, fentanyl, rocuronium. 2. Intubation. 3. Maintenance: Sevoflurane for inhalation, remifentanil for continuous pain management. 4. Post-op: Extubation once stable, epidural infusion for pain.
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When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|
FanfictionBeak Cheonga never expected much from life. Not love, not warmth-just survival. Adopted into a wealthy family that never truly wanted her, she learned how to exist in the empty spaces between their affection. Transferring from Daehwa High to Yusung...
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