"Zhang Ma, is Lin Xinyer still in the hospital?"
"Yes… she's in the room next door."
Hailey Tang slowly pushed herself up. "Take me to her."
Zhang Ma's face paled with worry. "Miss, why would you go see her? Let's just ignore that woman."
Hailey gave a faint smile, calm and clear. "Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything."
She could see the fear in Zhang Ma's eyes, the memory of the chaos she used to cause. But that version of her was gone.
If she truly had been reborn, she would never waste her emotions on someone like Lin Xinyer again.
No more impulsiveness.
No more self-destruction.
Never again.
In the room next door, Lin Xinyer had just woken up.
She leaned weakly against the headboard, her face pale, her delicate features enhanced by a fragile beauty that could melt anyone's heart. She looked like the perfect victim—soft, pitiful, and sweet.
Even Ethan Yu, seated at her bedside, unconsciously softened his tone. "How do you feel? Are you alright?"
Lin Xinyer shook her head, her voice gentle as a spring breeze. "I'm fine, President Yu. Thank you for coming to see me… I'm really happy."
"This incident—"
"I understand," she interrupted, her expression warm and forgiving. "However you choose to handle it, I won't object."
Even if it meant letting Hailey off the hook.
She was saying—for you, I can endure anything.
Ethan's eyes darkened with complicated emotion.
How could Hailey, his legal wife, be so reckless and cruel, while Lin Xinyer remained understanding and sweet?
No… this wasn't recklessness anymore.
Driving a car into someone—that was malice.
And he had married that woman?
His disgust for Hailey grew sharper by the second.
But his view of Lin Xinyer… was starting to shift.
Because she was the vulnerable one, the gentle one… and a man's instincts always leaned toward protecting the weaker flower.
"I'll arrange for you to move to the 90th floor once you return to work," Ethan said suddenly, his voice low.
Lin Xinyer's eyes widened in stunned delight. "President Yu… you mean—?"
"You'll be the new Executive Secretary."
That position—so close to the CEO's side—was one countless women had fought for, schemed for, and still failed to get.
And yet now, it was falling into her lap.
A blessing in disguise.
She could hardly contain her joy at the thought of being with him every day, working side by side.
But she forced herself to maintain a modest smile and a soft, blushing voice. "Thank you, President Yu. I'll do my best. I won't let you down."
Ethan nodded and stood. "Rest well. I'll be going."
"Alright…" Lin Xinyer gazed up at him, eyes full of admiration and innocent affection—like a little sister worshiping her hero.
That kind of look… no man disliked it. In fact, most loved it.
But at the doorway, Hailey Tang had seen everything.
She stood silently, eyes unreadable, taking in the scene before her.
The tenderness Ethan gave another woman.
The warmth in his voice.
The softness in his gaze.
All the things he had never given her.
Ethan turned and saw her. Instantly, his eyes turned to ice.
She was his wife, and yet when he looked at her, it was as if he were facing an enemy.
In the past, that look would've pierced Hailey's heart. She would've cried, yelled, fought back.
But now?
She was calm. Too calm.
Detached.
His hatred no longer mattered to her.
Not anymore.
"What are you doing here?" Ethan asked coldly.
Lin Xinyer turned her head—eyes wide, voice sweet. "Mrs. Yu…"