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    Lena wanted to sleep early, but the more she tried, the harder it was to fall asleep. She tossed and turned until dawn and only managed to sleep for a short while. Naturally, she woke upte.


    Rushing downstairs in a flurry, she saw Aaron calmly eating breakfast in the dining area.


    "Good morning, Uncle!" she greeted as she hurried toward the door.


    "Your car has a t tire," Aaron said nonchntly, stopping her in her tracks.


    Without even looking up, he continued cutting his steak with precision. "I''ve contacted a repairman, but it''s too early for them toe over."


    In other words, there was no way she could drive to work this morning. But she had already arranged with Nate to conduct an examination on the pregnant woman whose fetus had an underdeveloped heart. They needed to finalize the surgical n and decide on the team. Beingte would be uneptable.


    "Then I''ll call a cab," Lena said, quicklying up with a solution.


    "It''s rush hour-good luck finding one," Aaron replied, cing a neatly cut piece of steak onto the te opposite him. "Come over and eat breakfast. I''ll drive you."


    Lena nced at the time. She was already runningte, and sitting down for breakfast would only make it worse.


    But while she could skip breakfast, she couldn''t exactly stop Aaron from eating his.


    "Uncle, I''m really in a hurry. How about I take your car, and you have someonee pick you up instead?" she suggested tentatively.


    "I happen to have business at your hospital," he said casually, leaving Lena no choice but to obediently return to the table.


    Since she was already destined to bete, she decided to eat her breakfast in peace. Picking


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    her phone, she quickly messaged Nate. [Running 30 minuteste.]


    The breakfast spread was as bnced as ever: thinly sliced steak, boiled eggs, warm milk, and a small te of fruit. Low-fat, low-sugar, and high- nutrition-a meal designed to avoid weight gain.


    Ever since moving in with him, Lena had felt like her meals were curated by a professional nutritionist. In truth, it was all thanks to Aaron''s meticulous nning.


    She couldn''t help but steal a nce at him. His skin was wless-fair and smooth, without blemishes, e, or excess oil. Such perfect skin was undoubtedly the result of excellent self-care inside and out.


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    Even as a woman, she found herself envious, even a little ashamed. With her erratic schedule, frequent night shifts,ck of proper sleep, and haphazard meals that often involved takeout, she had never eaten as nutritiously bnced a meal as he prepared.


    Inparison, she felt like she was living far too roughly. This was exactly why her parents wanted to force her to move back home.


    "Runningte but still not eating properly?" Aaron''s calm voice cut through her thoughts. His gaze remained lowered, yet he had clearly noticed her stealing nces.N?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    Lena''s cheeks flushed red, and she quickly lowered her head to focus on eating.


    Before leaving, she took a quick look at her car and confirmed the t tire. She couldn''t understand it she had driven home without any issuesst night. How had it gone t so suddenly?


    That day, perhaps because she had startedte, Lena felt unusually busy. It wasn''t until after her shift ended that she finally had time to discuss the surgery with Nate.


    The surgical team included not only Lena and Nate but also nurses, physician assistants, and Nate''s assistant. Surprisingly, however, the assistant wasn''t Retta.


    Although Lena didn''t like Retta personally, she trusted her skills. Curious, she directly asked Nate, "Why didn''t you ask Professor Roane to join us?" Nate remained silent. She didn''t know that during his recent two-day return to the country, he had skipped an important patient consultation with his mentor''s friend to spend time with her. His mentor had been displeased, and Retta hadshed out, using him of being overly concerned with personal matters. Their rtionship had since soured.


    Sensing something amiss, Lena didn''t press further. She simply said, "I hope the assistant you''ve arranged is the best for this."


    "I can guarantee that," Nate assured her.


    "Since we''ve finalized the process and team, we should conduct at least three simtion surgeries," Lena suggested firmly.