Sophia Laurent leaned against Ethan Sullivan in the hospital corridor, her face as pale as parchment.

Ethan's slender fingers brushed her cheek. "Aunt Evelyn's condition needs time."

Sophia clutched his sleeve. "I want to take Mom home."

His eyes darkened. "Too dangerous. Your identity still can't be revealed."

"Who wants to harm me?" Her voice trembled.

"Theodore Valentine made too many enemies." Ethan pulled her closer. "Don't be afraid. I'm here."

Footsteps approached.

Vincent Laurent walked toward them carrying an armful of red roses, his trench coat swaying with each step.

"Dad." Sophia stepped forward.

Vincent shifted the flowers to his left hand and ruffled her hair. "Why aren't you resting at home?"

His shoulders visibly relaxed upon learning his daughter wasn't pregnant.

"Mom still doesn't recognize me." Sophia's eyes reddened.

Vincent gazed toward the hospital room, his expression tender. "She doesn't know me either."

After a pause, he suddenly said, "I'll marry Evelyn."

Sophia looked up in shock.

"This way you can openly call her Mom." A faint smile touched his lips, but sorrow lingered in his eyes.

"But Grandma—"

"Evelyn will always be the most beautiful woman in my heart." He stroked a rose petal. "Twenty years ago, and now."

Sophia's nose stung.

This gentle man spoke the most moving words with perfect calm.

"I'll handle the paperwork." Vincent straightened his collar. "You'll be the first to know when we get the marriage certificate."

Sophia threw herself into his arms, tears soaking his trench coat.

On a weekend evening, the doorbell rang at Phoenix Cove.

Victor Sullivan stood at the doorstep laden with packages, his gaze fixed on Sophia's abdomen.

"I heard you donated bone marrow? Where's the baby?"

Sophia turned away coldly. "Gone."

"You!" Victor's face darkened. "Who gave you permission?"

Footsteps sounded on the stairs.

Ethan descended with one hand in his pocket. "Sophia was never pregnant."

Victor's expression softened instantly. "Good. You'll try for a child in three months."

"Not for three years." Ethan pulled the door open.

"Three years? Are you joking?" Victor shouted as he was pushed outside. "Six months at most!"

The door slammed shut in response.

Five minutes later, it reopened.

Ethan tossed all the supplements onto the lawn. "Want a grandson? Have one yourself."

Victor trembled with rage in the courtyard while his assistant kept silent.

Inside, Sophia smiled and held out her ID. "Let's remarry." Her eyes sparkled. "Just in time for Dad's wedding."