Alexander stood tall, exuding a calm and steady presence even in the rain. He frowned slightly as he walked toward Wendy, offering a steadying hand to help her up.

Wendy was drenched, rainwater dripping from her hair. She looked exhausted, but her eyes remained resilient. Alexander noticed a scrape on her leg from her fall and opened the car door. "Get in," he said, his voice deep and authoritative.

Inside, the warmth of the heater and a faint, pleasant scent immediately made Wendy feel more grounded. "Head to the nearest clinic," Alexander instructed the driver.

After the wound was treated, Alexander’s assistant arrived with a clean, comfortable set of sportswear for her to change into. Wendy felt a genuine surge of gratitude. She knew Alexander’s kindness was rooted in his hope that she could inherit her family's medical expertise to help his blind brother, Chris. She had no illusions about romance; after her divorce, she only wanted to focus on her career and her health.

"Mr. Turner, I’m sorry to trouble you again," Wendy said softly after changing.

"No need to be so formal," Alexander replied with a slight nod.

"I’ve troubled you so many times, I really don't know how to thank you."

Alexander looked at her, a rare, subtle smile playing on his lips. "If you really want to thank me, how about treating me to a meal?"

Wendy was taken aback, not expecting such a direct request from a man of his status. Seeing her stunned expression, Alexander raised an eyebrow. "What? You don't want to?"

"No, it's not that!" Wendy said quickly, her face flushing slightly from the unexpected social challenge.

They drove to a high-end restaurant called "Moonlit Terrace." Inside a private room, they found Alexander’s younger brother, Chris. Though his eyes were clouded by blindness, Chris had a vibrant, cheerful energy.

"Is that Alexander and Wendy?" Chris turned toward the door, smiling brightly.

"Yeah," Alexander responded warmly, patting his brother's head. "Wendy played the piano beautifully yesterday, didn't she?"

"It was amazing!" Chris waved cheerfully. "Listening to it made me feel so much better."

Throughout the meal, the atmosphere was light and heartwarming. Chris spoke about learning to play tennis by sound and listening to audiobooks, showing an optimism that Wendy deeply admired. Alexander quietly served Chris his favorite dishes, a side of him Wendy had rarely seen—tender and protective.

"You'll see each other often," Alexander noted. "Wendy starts her internship at the hospital where Chris is staying tomorrow."

"That’s great!" Chris beamed. "Wendy, come find me whenever you have a break."

"I will," Wendy promised, her heart swelling with a sense of purpose.

After dinner, Wendy reached for her wallet, but Alexander stopped her. "I wouldn't actually make you pay. This restaurant is a family business. Consider it a welcome to your new career."

The drive home was quieter. As they neared her house, Alexander asked, "Ms. Knight, do you remember your neighbors? The house next to the Knight Villa?"

Wendy thought for a moment. "There was a family there years ago, but they moved away. I don't really remember them."

"I see," Alexander replied simply.

When the car stopped in front of her home, Wendy thanked him and stepped out. As the Bentley sped away, she stood in the cool night air, feeling a bit puzzled by his sudden question. But more than that, she felt a renewed sense of hope. Tomorrow, she would return to the hospital—not as a neglected wife, but as a doctor ready to reclaim her life.