I didn't refuse Doctor Harold's request; I also wanted to discuss Uncle Lucas's health. I nodded in agreement.

"We have a cafeteria for the hospital's medical professionals. May we go there?" he asked.

"Yes, sure."

We headed toward the cafeteria. A captivating cafeteria was located on the left side of the lobby. It was clean and comfortable. As we entered, people in white coats glanced at us, showing Doctor Harold respect with a slight nod. He led us to the last table by the window.

"Have a seat," he said, pulling out a chair.

"Thank you."

He sat opposite me. After placing a bouquet on the table, he called the waiter, who approached.

"Doctor Harold," the waiter greeted, glancing at me.

I felt awkward as people stared. I regretted coming for lunch; it would have been better outside.

He gestured toward the menu on the table. "Please order whatever you like."

Having skipped breakfast, I was hungry. I reviewed the menu, placed my order, and gave it back to Doctor Harold. He ordered for himself, and the waiter left.

"So? How did you survive? It's a miracle," Doctor Harold said.

I looked at my hands, then turned to the window, watching cars outside. Gathering my thoughts, I replied,

"Crossing the border was difficult, but fate protected my children and me."

"How are they?"

"They're doing well. Thank you, Doctor Harold, for keeping my secret."

"Call me Harold. You consider me a friend already."

I assumed the receptionist had told him what I'd said. I smiled. "Indeed. It wouldn't be wrong to call you my friend, Harold."

"I've seen the posts."

"Posts?" I asked, confused.

"The Blue Blood Pack Beta's statement and your post about Lynda and Alpha Adrian."

"Oh."

"Everyone thought you were dead. Your pictures with Alpha revealed you're living with the Blue Blood Pack."

"Yes, it's my home now."

"How are you managing? Your children? Ask for help if you need it."

"Thanks, Harold. I'm happy. My children are thriving. Would you like to see their pictures?"

"Of course," he said, grinning.

I pulled out my phone. I was shocked to see many missed calls from my brother and Beta Eric.

Harold glanced at my phone. "Was his statement true?"

I looked at him. He'd helped me so much; I wouldn't lie. I shook my head.

He raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell the public?"

I shrugged. "I don't care what they think."

He stared thoughtfully. I showed him pictures of my children, including ones from their birth.

"They look like their father," Harold murmured.

I took back my phone, biting my lip. My parents had said the same. Fortunately, Adrian didn't recognize the resemblance. I thought about their meeting with him—one wanted to see him again, the other disliked him.

Harold interrupted my thoughts. "Do you know Adrian knows about them?"

"They met him at the airport when I returned from the council event," I replied, frowning. "But how do you know?"

He turned to the window, sighing.

"He came to me a few days ago and asked if you were pregnant when he left you at the hospital five years ago."

My heart pounded.

"What did you say?" I asked anxiously.

"I wanted to lie. He already knew your children's birth dates."

My heart tightened.

"D-Did you—"

"I told him I didn't check on you that day," he said, turning to me. "Don't worry. I've removed all records of your pregnancy from the hospital documents. He'll never know."

I breathed shakily, speechless, staring at him. I knew Adrian—he might have warned Harold.

Silence fell between us. After a moment, I placed my hand over his.

"Thank you so much, Harold."

Harold smiled, but it faded as he looked behind me. His eyes widened. He exclaimed, ""