Chapter 276

“Lena, didn’t you say you had something to discuss with me?” Nate broke the silence.

Lena composed herself. “Yes, this is Keira. Yuna, the girl who needs surgery, is her sister-in-law.”

That statement implicitly confirmed my relationship with Hayden.

Nate nodded, and I handed him Yuna’s medical records. He reviewed them briefly. “I’ve seen her case; the records match. The surgery is feasible, and sooner is better. I’ve already requested a heart donor. Once one becomes available, we can proceed with the transplant.”

“Should we admit Yuna now, to be ready for the transplant?” Lena asked, her tone professional.

“Yes,” Nate replied, his gaze lingering on Lena. A softness, perhaps even a sparkle, seemed to be in his eyes. It didn't resemble the way a senior physician regards a junior colleague; it felt… like love. Could Nate reciprocate Lena’s feelings? The thought lingered.

“Dr.—Professor Neumann,” I corrected myself. “I’ll have her admitted within the next couple of days.”

“Thank you for your help, Nate,” Lena added.

Nate smiled gently, his lips parting as if to speak, but a striking woman rushed over. Delicate features and a white coat complemented her charming presence. Her hair was styled in voluminous curls; she exuded the sophisticated confidence of a successful professional.

She stopped beside Nate. “Nate, Dr. Warren is waiting. We should go.”

She addressed Nate as if no one else existed, her gaze unwavering. The affection in her eyes was unmistakable. This explained Lena’s reticence; this woman clearly loved Nate and was a constant presence in his life—a stunning colleague and equal, a seemingly perfect match. Lena's reserved behavior made sense now; she was protecting herself.

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People say true love conquers all, but having loved someone seemingly out of my league, I know that kind of love—always looking up—is exhausting and unsustainable.

“Sorry for the inconvenience, Lena,” the woman said, the apology seeming more like an afterthought.

Lena smiled faintly. “No worries. You two go ahead.”

She linked arms with me, but Nate stopped her. “Lena, are you free tonight?” His tone, when he said her name, was intimate. My heart skipped a beat; I felt Lena tense.

Tiny beads of sweat glistened on her nose; she was nervous and excited. Nate was making a move. I expected a "yes," but she replied casually, "Why do you ask?"

What a terrible response! I discreetly pinched her arm. The woman’s expression tightened; her fingers curled into a fist, her eyes fixed on Lena with a worried intensity. Her name tag read: [Professor Retta Roane].