Chapter 335

Dr. Wang

I look at the pictures on my phone.

For the past three days, Elliot has been going to the Han mansion. On the first day, he arrived in the afternoon and didn’t leave until the following morning.

I scroll through the images. Elliot at the gate, smiling at the guard. Elliot in the garden, walking beside her. Elliot at the fountain, sitting too close, leaning in, looking up at Daphne Han like she hung the moon.

My jaw tightens.

He’s been ignoring my texts. My calls. The messages I sent asking if he was alright, if he needed anything, if he wanted to come by the clinic. Read receipts. No responses.

Three days.

I set the phone down on my desk, staring at the blank screen. The clinic is quiet. The last patient left an hour ago. The staff have gone home. I’m alone with the hum of the machines and the weight of something I don’t want to name pressing on my chest.

I push back from my desk, stand, pace.

I’ve been patient. More patient than any of them.

Just then, a knock on my door.

"Come in."

The door opens. It’s the recessive omega—the bulky one from last week. He’s here for his follow-up, probably, for the "treatment" I promised him. His eyes are eager, hopeful, grateful.

Just in time.

I need a place to release my emotions.

Later, after he’s gone, after I’ve cleaned up and composed myself, I sit at my desk and open my phone.

The pictures are still there. Elliot in the garden. Elliot at the fountain. Elliot looking at her like she’s the answer to every question.

I scroll to the last image. The one I took myself, three days ago, through a telephoto lens from across the street.

Elliot. Daphne. Too close. Too familiar. Mine.

I close the images and open another folder. Plans. Documents. Connections I haven’t used in years, waiting to be activated.

Elliot.

You’re mine.

***

Daphne

I didn’t know the doctor was insane.

Genuinely.

What the hell.

I stand outside the room with the other members of the harem, and I hate how this makes me feel—like I’m part of Elliot’s harem, like I belong here, like I’m just another Alpha waiting to see if the Omega is okay.

But I had to come.

According to the report, after Elliot left the mansion today, he was attacked by a group of Alphas. Dr. Wang "saved" him. But he was injured—bruised ribs, fractured hand, concussion. Bad enough to need hospitalization. Bad enough to bring everyone running.

I look at Dr. Wang hovering at Elliot’s bedside, his face etched with concern, his hands gentle as he adjusts the IV.

Like he didn’t orchestrate the attack.

I thought he loved Elliot. Why would he do this to someone he loves?

[He plans to be the savior.]

[He has done this multiple times. When the main character was bullied at work. When he was almost attacked. When strangers cornered him in dark alleys. Dr. Wang has always been there to rescue him.]

I stare at the doctor’s perfect, concerned face.

What the hell.

I certainly didn’t know their dynamic was like that.

I lean against the wall, watching the scene unfold. Charles and Elijah are in the corner, whispering to each other, their heads bent close. Why are they even here?

Damien is at Elliot’s bedside, holding his hand, his face pale with genuine fear. He’s the only one who looks truly devastated. It’s unfortunate but Damien would never leave his position for him. He would never go against Benard Han.

And Dr. Wang knows it.

Wait.

I straighten, pieces clicking into place.

System. You said in the original timeline, Vincent assassinated Damien. That triggered the civil war.

[Affirmative.]

And Dr. Wang took Elliot to his home country. Escaped everything. Obviously it caught up with him—but I’ve met Vincent. He’s a thug, a bully, a cornered animal. But a political assassination? Killing the mayor in broad daylight? That requires a different kind of nerve.

The System is silent.

Are you sure Vincent killed Damien?

[...]

[...It was assumed.]

I exhale slowly.

Ah.

Of course.

And our dearest doctor came out on top. The savior. The protector. The only one left standing when the dust settled.

I look at Dr. Wang again,at the gentle hands, the concerned eyes, the mask of perfect care.

Crazy.

I look at the scene—the broken Omega, the scheming doctor, the distracted rivals, the cowardly lover.

Elliot’s life is kind of sad, when you look at it like this.

But I genuinely don’t care.

I have a mission.

***

Dr. Wang

Everyone has left.

Even the nurses have retreated, leaving the room quiet, dim, empty.

As expected, I’m the only one on his side.

I sit beside Elliot’s bed, watching his face. His beautiful face. Bruised now, swollen, the left eye purpled and closed. His lip is split. There’s a bandage wrapped around his forehead, hiding the worst of it.

I didn’t want to do this to you.

I reach out, touch his hand. His fingers are cold. I wrap my hand around them, trying to warm him.

You forced me.

The guilt is a familiar weight. It sits in my chest, heavy and hot. But beneath it, something else. Something that’s been growing for months, years, decades.

This is the only way.

He stirs, a small sound of pain escaping his lips. I lean closer.

"Shh. I’m here. You’re safe."

His eyes flutter, open a crack. The blue-green is clouded with pain, with confusion, with drugs.

"Dr Wang...?"

"I’m here." I squeeze his hand. "I’ve got you. No one’s going to hurt you."

He tries to smile, winces. "Knew... you’d come."

I hold his hand tighter.

Yes. You knew.

Because I always come. I’m always there.I’m the one who picks up the pieces. I’m the one who keeps him safe.

And soon he’ll understand.

I’m the only person on his side.

The only person who truly cares.