Five years later, in a renowned hospital in Moranta.
Sasha was presenting a patientâs case study in fluent French to the other medical experts in the meeting
room.
The short hair suited her delicate skin and features, accentuating her bright eyes like a pair of dazzling
gems.
âIâm sorry, Dr. Nancy, but do you mean to say this patient doesnât need an operation? Youâre suggesting
that we should use acupuncture?â
Sasha flipped through the medical report and flashed a confident smile at the medical experts. âIf you
trust my opinion, then yes.â
She was now Dr. Nancy Wand, an alias she assumed five years ago. Back then, the gynecologist had
announced her demise to the Hayes after saving her from the jaws of death.
Sasha would rather die than return to the Hayes Residence; that place was a nightmare for her.
Later, she came to Moranta and settled down in this country. Within five years, she made a name for
herself as a doctor who also specialized in Traditional Chinese Medicine using the skills she had
inherited from the Wand family.
The medical expertsâ thoughts wavered upon hearing her confident reply.
Yet Sasha had no time to wait for their answer. She took a glance at her watch and soon left the meeting
room.
âDr. Nancy, youâre picking up your kids again?â
âYes.â
While hurrying down the stairs, she came across some colleagues and returned their greetings with a
bright smile.
She was eager to fetch her kids.
Ten minutes later, at the preschool.
The entrance of the preschool was deserted by when Sasha arrived. Just then, a little girl with a pigtail
cheerfully trotted in her direction. âMommy, youâre finally here! Iâve waited for you for so long!â
She immediately got out of the car. âIâm late today. Iâm sorry, Vivi. I wonât be late next time. Can you
forgive me?â
Vivian would never blame her mommy for being late. âItâs alright. Matt is here with me, and he brought
me a lot of yummy snacks! Look, Iâm stuffed!â the little girl said as she rubbed her tummy.
Her words warmed Sashaâs heart.
Matt, Vivianâs twin, was indeed a very thoughtful little boy. He would always take good care of his
younger sister.
âWhy donât we go and find Matt now?â
âAlright, Mommy!â
A few minutes later, Sasha found her son in the teachersâ room.
She was concerned to see him being the center of attention once again, surrounded by the teachers.
âOh, my god! Look! The transfer student who is joining us really looks identical to our dear Matteo!â
âYouâre right! Check this out!â One of the teachers brought a photo next to Matteoâs face.
Matteo took a glance at the photo.
âHow do we look alike? Is his face chubby like mine?â
âWell⦠No.â
âDoes he look as adorable as me when he smiles?â
Matteo leaned forward, cupping his cute little face.
The teachers burst into laughter.
Yet, they found the two didnât really look that alike after a closer look. The five-year-old boy in the photo
was pulling a straight face; his gloomy expression made him look like a little adult. To them, Matteo was
definitely cuter.
âMatt, what are you doing?â Sasha asked when she saw the interaction between them.
âMommy, youâre here! Well, I did nothing.â
Upon hearing his momâs voice, he reacted swiftly by hopping off the table, beaming.
Matteo had always been a cheerful boy.
Even though his facial features resembled that man, he didnât inherit the latterâs cold and ruthless
personality. Rather, Matteo was a kid with a warm personality and a bright smile that never left his face.