She had barely delivered her baby in a charity ward when her husband and cruel mother-in-law shoved divorce papers in her face—mocking her for being “poor” and demanding custody. She signed in silence… until the hospital director entered, bowed, and called her “Madam Chairwoman.” In one breath, the mistress turned pale, the mother-in-law collapsed, and their entire future vanished.

Ava’s arms tightened around him. She swallowed hard, then—unexpectedly—her crying stopped.

Her expression changed.

It wasn’t numb.

It was cold.

She wiped her tears slowly, glanced at her sleeping son, then looked up at the three people standing over her like she was disposable.

“Are you sure?” Ava asked quietly. “This is what you want?”

“Yes!” Loretta barked. “Hurry up!”

Ava took the pen.

And she signed.

Loretta’s mouth curled in satisfaction—until Ava added, steady and clear:

“Fine. But my son comes with me. I won’t leave him with people who only worship money.”

Loretta’s hand lifted—ready to slap.

 

PART 3 — “Good Morning, Madam Chairwoman.”
The ward door opened again.

Not softly.

With authority.

The Hospital Director, Mr. Raymond Tan, stepped in—followed by four men in black suits with earpieces. Their presence changed the air instantly. The hallway noise seemed to die the moment they entered.

Loretta blinked, stunned. “Director Tan? What are you doing in the charity ward?”

Director Tan didn’t even look at her.

He walked straight to Ava.

Then he bowed—deeply, formally—like he was greeting royalty.

“Good morning, Madam Chairwoman,” he said with unmistakable respect. “Apologies for the delay. Your father’s convoy was held up by traffic.”

The room froze.

Ethan’s face drained of color.