Elena’s POV

The Song family residence fell into a strange kind of chaos—quiet on the surface, yet heavy enough to suffocate.

Mrs. Song had personally paid for a gynecologist to be brought to the house. The healer arrived discreetly, carrying her medical bag through the side entrance, her face serious from the moment she stepped into Stella’s bedroom.

No one dared to raise their voice. Even the servants moved with exaggerated care, as though the walls themselves might ...