The Road Named Yara

Chapter 1 When I got the check-up report, I was sitting alone in the doctor's office. He wore a white coat and had a kind face. He was the Lane family's private doctor. "Miss Lyra Lane, did you come here alone today?" I felt a little awkward. But thinking about the Lane family's image, I gave him an excuse. "Hmm... My parents have a charity dinner tonight. I didn't want to bother them, so I came on my own. Well, it's just a check-up, not surgery, right?" I tried to make light of it with a joke, but his expression shifted, a little more serious now. "It's about your results... Maybe you should ask Young Master Marcos Lane, or Mr. Miles Harrison to come with you." Marcos Lane was my older brother. Miles Harrison was, at least on paper, my fiancé. Yes, the wedding is set, but this Mr. Harrison hasn't even met me yet. I already knew neither of them would show up just for me, but under the doctor's watchful eyes, I still pulled out my phone and called Marcos. The phone rang for a long time before being picked up. Marcos's impatient voice came through the receiver. "What now?" I glanced at the doctor, pressed the receiver closer to my ear, and tried to keep my tone light, "Brother Marcos, I'm at the hospital. Just got my results. Are you free to come here for a bit?" I heard a woman laughing on his end, then the pop of champagne. Marcos gave a short, cold laugh in the middle of it all. "Brother? I told you don't call me that. Even if our parents found you, I don't recognize you as my sister." Under Marcos's sarcastic tone, I lowered my head, feeling embarrassed. "Besides, didn't the report already say? The match between you and Grace wasn't successful, so why would I go to the hospital?" Holding the test report with my name on it, I muttered softly, "It's my own test report..." Before I could finish, Marcos hung up. I vaguely heard his mocking laugh just before the line went dead. "Your own report, what do you need me for? Who are you?" "Lyra, have some shame." That was the last thing he said before hanging up.