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On the other hand, Camille had followed Ryan and joined the Doctors Without Borders,
heading straight into a war–torn country.
There, violence raged on, and wounded civilians were everywhere.
The local hospital was severely under–equipped. There was barely any medicine, and the
staff were stretched thin.
Their team had barely arrived when a series of car accidents triggered by nearby bombings sent a flood of emergency patients to the hospital. There were not enough ambulances. The locals carried the injured on stretchers, desperately trying to get them to help.
Without a second to think, Camille jumped right in with the team to help.
She did surgery after surgery, saving patient after patient. By the time she stumbled out of the operating room, more than a dozen hours had passed.
Her legs were shaking, and her arms ached so badly it was hard to lift them. Even eating
was painful.
She was not used to the local food, but she was so hungry she did not care. All she could
think about was filling her stomach. She wolfed down her meal, and before she could even
finish a thought, she was called back in.
The next three days were spent without any rest. She was either saving lives or rushing to
try.
Every time she managed to close her eyes, the blaring of sirens yanked her awake.
Bombs exploded nearby, and while shielding herself, Camille also worried about the
patients she had just stabilized. There was no space in her mind for anything else.
The heartbreak and betrayal she had once felt had all faded.
As a doctor on the front lines of war, she witnessed death daily. The biggest difference from
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back home? Here, even young children were torn from life far too soon.
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One little girl had lost her arm. She was too young to understand what an amputation meant. She looked at Camille with wide eyes and asked, “When I leave the hospital, can I still wear pretty flower bracelets?”
Camille felt her heart shatter. She took out a marker and drew a beautiful bracelet right
onto the bandage wrapped around the child’s arm.
The girl beamed with joy.
Camille leaned against the wall outside the room, taking a long moment to collect herself.
Ryan approached and asked, “Camille, are you managing okay here?”
She nodded firmly. “I can handle it.
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Having seen just how fragile and fleeting life could be, Camille treasured it even more. She
wanted to save as many lives as she could.
That was the reason she had chosen medicine in the first place.
Ryan nodded in quiet approval.
The two of them returned to work, throwing themselves back into the chaos.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the globe, Jameson followed through on every brutal word he had thrown at his former best friend, Harry.
He did not just beat him up. He launched an all–out assault on Harry’s small company, crushing it with cold, calculated moves until it was on the brink of collapse.
He had discovered the truth–Harry had been harboring feelings for Sylvia since they were teens. He had been helping her in secret all along.
When Sylvia returned to the country, the Gray family was nearly bankrupt. She had no
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money, no connections. There was no way she could have pulled off that medical scam against Jameson without help. It was Harry who had helped her.
What made it worse was that Harry was Jameson’s closest friend. He was the one who paid for a rescue team when Jameson fell off a cliff during that hiking trip. He even helped find top doctors for Jameson’s recovery afterward.
Jameson had never imagined Harry would betray him. The moment he uncovered the truth, he was overwhelmed with rage. It was a betrayal that cut deep.
He destroyed Harry’s company and even went after the Walker family as a whole. As for Sylvia and her family, he pushed them into complete ruin.
The Gray family went bankrupt. Her parents and younger brother lost their jobs. They went from high society to barely surviving and nearly ended up sleeping in subway tunnels.
Jameson issued a public threat. “Anyone who helps the Gray family is going against me.”
Seeing how ruthless he was in destroying the Gray family, even dragging the Walker family down with them out of spite, South City’s elite circles were terrified. Everyone avoided the Grays and the Walkers like the plague.
No one dared to have anything to do with them.
Desperate, Sylvia reached out to the one person she thought could still help–Jameson’s mother, Margaret Lane. “I’m pregnant! It’s Jameson’s baby.”
Originally, Jameson’s parents had planned to stay out of it. The Gray and Walker families
had already been stripped of power and influence.
However, once they heard that a Hart family heir might be involved, everything changed.
When Jameson sent people to track Sylvia down again, she vanished. In a blind fury, he swept everything off his desk, glaring at his assistant. “Who helped her?”
His assistant froze. “I–It was Mrs. Hart.”
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It was his own mother.
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Jameson called Margaret immediately. “Mom, if I don’t make her pay for this, how am I
supposed to face anyone in this circle?”
Margaret’s voice was calm. “She’s pregnant with your child.”
Jameson’s fists clenched together, his eyes turning bloodshot. “That’s not possible!”
“She has agreed to stay at a place I arranged for her and carry out a paternity test.”
Jameson could not argue any longer.
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However, if he did not deny it, he would be admitting he had slept with Sylvia. His special treatment toward her would no longer just be a case of sympathy because she was dying. They had gotten intimate, and he had truly betrayed Camille.
Just the thought of it drove Jameson mad with regret.
He remembered walking out of Camille’s rural village with her, hand in hand and full of promises. He had meant every word he said with his whole heart back then. He had truly believed they would spend the rest of their lives together.
How did everything go so horribly wrong?
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