The car soon arrived at the hospital. Song Ying glanced apologetically at Julian Jarvis. “You should head back first. I’ll probably need some time.” Julian Jarvis parked the car, got out, and took her hand, leading her inside. “It’s fine, I’ll wait for you.” They went up to the 12th floor, and after a moment to compose herself, Song Ying headed straight for the operating room. Outside, the patient’s family was in a state of agitation—the husband and mother, hovering anxiously at the entrance. The woman was carrying twins. Given her condition, the hospital had always recommended a C-section, yet the family insisted on a natural birth. Now, something had gone wrong. The first baby had endured a difficult delivery, lingering too long before coming out, and now they had to check for signs of brain damage. As Song Ying approached, the family crowded around her. “What kind of hospital is this? How come everyone else can give birth just fine, but not my wife?!” The man was big-built and hot-tempered. Song Ying shot him a cold look. “Sir, if you keep wasting time, you’re putting the mother at risk.” “How dare you talk to me like that? What do you mean, putting her at risk? Is this how you treat people?!” The older woman lunged forward, shouting, only to be barely held back by a nurse. Song Ying didn’t say another word, taking the opportunity to slip into the operating room. The situation was complicated, and only after more than two hours did the lights outside the OR finally go out. Song Ying stretched her aching waist. She had already worked a full day, including two surgeries that morning. Now, with this unexpected case, she was starting to feel the toll. Thankfully, the second baby was healthy. However, she had no idea what chaos was erupting outside. The family, after hearing the nurse's report about the first child, had started making a huge scene, demanding the hospital take responsibility, and even called in a whole bunch of relatives. Security had just escorted a few downstairs, but they couldn’t be too forceful—these were still family members. As soon as Song Ying came out, that same man rushed over, grabbing her by the collar, and dragged her forward. “You! You’re the one who did the surgery, aren’t you? Don’t even think about escaping—you’re responsible!” Song Ying stumbled from the sudden tug. She’d never had much patience for people who cared more about picking a fight than asking about their wife or child. She frowned at him. “I’m a doctor at this hospital. I won’t run, and I have no reason to. Everything is recorded on medical cameras. If you think there’s a problem, you’re free to seek legal recourse.” Her tone was cool and composed, her back straight and unyielding. The man hesitated, but with so many relatives watching, he couldn’t afford to lose face. His frustration bubbled over into anger, and he started to raise his hand, ready to lash out. Meanwhile, Julian Jarvis was sitting in the office with his legs crossed, waiting for her. He’d even gone downstairs to get some food, thinking she might need something to eat when she finished. Two young nurses hurried past the office, giving him a nervous look. “Mr. Jiang?” He was known for picking up Song Ying after work—he often waited in this very office, and the nurses recognized him. “Yeah?” One nurse hesitated, then spoke up. “There’s trouble upstairs. Someone’s making a scene and won’t let Dr. Song leave.” Julian Jarvis’s expression darkened instantly. He stood up. “Please take me there.” “Of course.” He followed the nurses upstairs, and from a distance he could already hear the commotion. Julian Jarvis picked up his pace, the hem of his coat fluttering behind him. With just one look, his anger flared. Song Ying was cornered against a wall, calm-faced but frowning in discomfort. The security guards were struggling—having just taken several people downstairs, they couldn’t handle six or seven all at once. The man causing the scene shouted even louder, certain he was in the right. He reached out, trying to drag Song Ying away. “Come with me! We’re going to see your boss!” Song Ying was yanked up, unable to free her wrist. Suddenly, a strong hand came to support her waist. Julian Jarvis, face icy, gripped the man’s hand so tight the joints cracked audibly. With his usual warmth and sunshine, Julian Jarvis could pass for a harmless golden boy. But the Jiang family ran the underworld in the capital, and he hadn’t gotten to his position by being soft. His sharp gaze alone was enough to leave the man speechless. “Y-you, let go of me! Who do you think you are?” the man stammered. “Someone call the police! He’s attacking me, he’s going to kill me!” the man screamed, clutching his hand in pain, unable to pry off Julian Jarvis’s grip. “Mom! Call the police!” The shrill screams grated on the ears. Julian Jarvis flicked his wrist, tossing the man aside. His hefty body crashed into a bench, making a thunderous noise. Everyone snapped to attention, the corridor falling abruptly silent. “No need. We already called the police,” Julian Jarvis announced coldly. He turned to glance at Song Ying and saw her forehead beaded with cold sweat. His heart constricted at the sight. “Are you okay?” he whispered, checking her over for injuries. Song Ying tugged his sleeve and shook her head. “Just... carry me downstairs.” Bending down, Julian Jarvis scooped her up and strode toward the elevator, holding her steadily. Song Ying buried her face against his chest, steadying herself. Aside from a light bump against the wall, she felt alright. “Let’s go inside.” There was a consulting room in the office. Julian Jarvis set her gently down on the examination bed. He bent over, concern on his face. “Are you sure you’re alright? Should I get a doctor to take a look?” “I’m fine. I’ll check myself. You go wait outside.” Julian Jarvis looked at her, then insisted, “I’ll stay. You really don’t look well.” Not bothering to argue, Song Ying took his hand and eased herself off the bed, her cheeks tinged pink. She reached to unbutton her pants. Julian Jarvis paused in surprise but crouched down to help her. “Let me do it.” “Alright.” Her underwear was clean, no sign of bleeding, which meant nothing serious. Song Ying let out a breath of relief. Julian Jarvis helped her pull up her pants with care. “...What’s wrong?” Her delicate hand guided his palm to her stomach. Nothing seemed unusual, though if he focused, it did feel a bit rounder than usual. “I’m sorry. I was planning to tell you tonight… I’m pregnant.” “Preg—pregnant?” Julian Jarvis’s hand shot back as though he’d been burned. Just moments ago, he’d been fiercely protective—now he stood stunned, speechless. “…Yeah… I found out earlier, but I wanted to wait until things calmed down before telling you.” Guilt flickered in Song Ying’s eyes. She bit her lip. “I didn’t expect something like this to happen.” Julian Jarvis clenched his jaw, pulling back his hand. “Are you really okay? Shouldn’t you get checked again?” “I’ll be fine. I’ll grab some medicine and we can go home. I’ll get checked again tomorrow…” “You’re coming back tomorrow?” Julian Jarvis frowned, conflicted emotions swirling in his heart. He was happy—glad for their baby—yet a gnawing doubt crept in: did Song Ying not trust him? He pushed away his feelings. Now was not the time. All that mattered was helping her get some rest. “…I have to come in tomorrow,” Song Ying admitted, reading Julian Jarvis’s expression. Seeing his unhappiness, she relented. “Alright, I’ll take the day off and ask another doctor to cover for me.” She had a nurse help her fetch some medication, and by the time the porridge Julian Jarvis bought was still warm. He handed it to her, coaxing her to eat a few bites. Once the medicine arrived, they packed up and headed home. Julian Jarvis carefully wrapped a scarf around her neck and kept her close all the way. But throughout the drive, neither said much. …