Chapter 7
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Rurik's pov
The hospital corridors had begun to feel familiar.
Not because I belonged there.
But because I was there more often than I should be.
Every visit, I told myself I was checking on my knee.
The truth was… I was checking on her.
Elinya Sen.
The name had echoed in my mind since I first met her.
She was calm. Steady. Unafraid.
The kind of woman who could stand in front of my son and not flinch.
That was rare.
Most people shook. Most people feared him.
But he was like someone who needed help.
That was the spark.
That was the weakness I had been searching for.
Because I knew Izar.
He hated weakness. He hated vulnerability. He hated being forced into something.
And yet, he needed treatment.
He needed someone who would not break.
So I searched.
I checked her records.
Her scholarship details.
Her background.
And the truth hit me.
She didn’t have money.
She lived far away from the city—her father in the countryside, alone.
She was surviving on a scholarship and the little she had.
That meant she could be persuaded.
Not with threats.
With opportunity.
And I was the only one who could offer her what she wanted most.
I found her again in the hospital that day, walking with her head held high, carrying her medical bag with quiet confidence. Her face looked tired but determined.
She didn’t know I was watching.
I had made my decision.
If she agreed to treat my son, I would give her everything she needed to succeed.
And if she refused…
Then I would simply find someone else.
But I didn’t want anyone else.
I wanted her.
She was the only one who gave me a sense of hope.
A hope I had not felt in years.
I approached her quietly.
“Doctor Elinya Sen,” I said, my voice low and controlled.
She turned, surprised.
“Yes?” she replied.There was a moment of silence.
Then I spoke, my voice calm and controlled.
“I can offer you an opportunity.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, curiosity replacing the tension in her face.
“An opportunity?” she repeated.
“Yes,” I said. “A chance to grow. To learn. To become better than you already are.”
She tilted her head, studying me. “Why would you offer that to me?”
I watched her carefully. Her eyes were steady, but I could see the questions forming behind them.
I waited until she asked again, softly.
“Why... me?”
That was the moment I had been waiting for.
I leaned forward slightly, letting my words land carefully.
“Because you are calm and dedicated,” I said. “You are steady. You do not panic when others would. You treat patients like they matter.”
Her expression changed—still composed, but the curiosity in her eyes deepened.
“And because,” I continued, “I need someone like that.”
She waited, silent.
I took a breath.
“I need someone to treat my son.”
Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t speak.
“Izar Volkovich,” I said, as if the name itself was a warning.
Her face remained composed, but I could tell she was trying to understand.
“I will provide you with the best training,” I continued. “The best medical course. Access to resources you could only dream of.”
She blinked, and her voice came out softer than before.
“Why me?”
I gave her a small nod, as if confirming a decision.
" Because you have something I haven’t seen in anyone else—something that might actually heal him.”
She swallowed.
“Sir..you are giving me a life changing opportunity just by treating your son?” she asked carefully.
I looked at her, letting my eyes hold hers.
“You will treat him,” I said. “Every day. Wherever he goes. Until he is healed.”
Her face twisted slightly, as if observing my words carefully and it's consequences
“And in return?” she asked again.
I gave a small, controlled smile.
“You will be supported,” I said. “Financially. Professionally. Your father will be taken care of. You will be given the opportunity you deserve.”
She hesitated and spoke "how do you know about my father?" .
I gave her a small hesitant smile that I have been caught "uhh.. .. I heard from nurses . gossips.you know"
she seemed to believe my statement
“I will do it,” she said quietly.
I watched her carefully.
Not because I doubted her.
But because I needed her to understand the cost.
“This is not a request,” I said. “It is an agreement.”
She nodded again, her eyes steady.
“I understand,...I will do it ....for my father ..for my future ahead” she said.
Good.
I had found my weakness.
A woman with a heart and a dream.
Someone who could be loyal.
Someone who could heal.
Someone who could be strong enough to stay.
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