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    Looking down, I saw Lucas Montgomery sitting by the hospital bed, his familiar face–one I’d known since childhood–etched with exhaustion, blue stubble shadowing his jaw.


    “You’re awake?” He immediately sensed my movement, leaning forward as his warm palm pressed against my forehead.


    “The doctor says your burns need three skin graft surgeries.”


    His gaze fell to my scarred hands, his brow furrowing: “I still prefer the old you–the one who was bold and carefree.”


    The hospital door suddenly burst open.


    “Elena!” My mother rushed in crying, followed by my grim–faced father and my brother Ryan with red–rimmed eyes.


    My mother’s trembling fingers hovered over my bandage–wrapped chest, tears falling onto my nket.


    “My poor child…”


    Dad stood at the foot of the bed, hands clenched into fists. Ryan rushed to the window, eyes zing red: “Elena! Where is that bastard? I’ll make him wish he was dead!”


    My throat tightened. I tried to speak but the movement pulled at my wounds, making me gasp in pain.


    Mom quickly pressed me down: “Don’t talk, just focus on healing. We can talk slowly once you’re better!”


    I spoke weakly: “Mom, Dad, let’s just let the past be the past. I’m sorry–I was too naive back then, thinking love could conquer everything…”


    Mom gently patted my nket: “Don’t say anymore, healing is what matters. Look at you–even talking pulls at your wounds.”


    In the days that followed, my entire family stayed by my side constantly.


    Each skin graft surgery left me drenched in cold sweat from pain, but Dad would always hold my hand and say “Daddy’s here,” Ryan would tell jokes to cheer me up, and Mom would make different soups every day to help me recover.


    Gradually, the burdens that had weighed on my heart for years began melting away in the warmth of family love.


    On Christmas Eve, the hospital room was decorated festively.


    Mom, Dad, and Ryan set up a small table by my bed with Christmas cookies and hot chocte. Watching their busy figures and hearing the distant sound of Christmas carols outside, I finally found that long–lost feeling of home.


    The day I was discharged, spring was in full bloom, and Lucas came specially to pick me up.


    “That Lucas…” Mom lowered her voice while adjusting my cor. “The day you were unconscious, he carried you into the hospital and ran so


    fast he lost a shoe.”


    Her eyes crinkled with amusement: “You two have been fighting and ying since childhood–you’re well–matched. Maybe…”


    “Okay.” I said softly.


    Mom’s hands froze, looking at me in disbelief.


    I smiled, remembering that stormy night when Lucas had said over the phone: “Elena, I promised I’d wait for you.”


    The March wedding arrived as nned. Lucas wore a sharp suit, his hands shaking terribly as he put the ring on my finger: “From the first time I saw you when I was six, I knew…”


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    His voice choked: “I waited twenty whole years to finally have iny bride.”


    Amid the shower of tose petals, I stood on tiptoe to embrace him, hearing the wild beating of his heart in his chest,


    After marriage. I returned to Reynolds Enterprises, my decisive leadership style impressing everyone. The coborative projects between Montgomery Group and Reynolds Enterprises achieved record sess.


    Until one business reception, as I was toasting with business partners, a voice suddenly came from behind.


    “Elena!”