Emily Blair looked away, her voice calm and distant. “Before you ask me anything, shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?”
The man let out a low, amused chuckle. Sitting to her left, arms casually crossed and one leg draped over the other, he replied, “Alex White.”
At the sound of his name, Emily’s expression faltered for a moment.
No wonder he’d seemed familiar.
So it’s him.
In her previous life, Emily had heard this name countless times, always in connection with Andrew Lane and Isabella Austin.
Alex White, another privileged child of wealth. If he’d followed his family’s wishes and gone into business, success would have been effortless. But he chose medicine instead—and despite the White family’s protests, he stubbornly stuck to his path.
After years of study, his family had no choice but to accept it.
If she remembered correctly, Alex White was only twenty-four now and already held a PhD.
By this point, he was probably one of the brightest rising stars in medicine.
In her past life, before she died, Emily had heard that Alex White had become a legend in the medical world.
But what set Alex apart wasn’t just his skill or intellect—it was his unwavering devotion.
He and Isabella Austin had grown up together, childhood friends so close they were practically inseparable. He’d always followed Isabella around, and everyone knew about his feelings for her.
When rumors spread in high school that Andrew Lane and Isabella were dating, Alex had rushed to confront Isabella that very night.
Naturally, her answer broke his heart.
After that, Alex stormed off to study abroad and disappeared for years.
Emily’s first encounter with Alex in her previous life was several years later, long after all that had happened.
She studied his face now, taking a slow, deliberate look.
He really was strikingly handsome.
Too bad—he would later be disfigured saving Isabella Austin.
Every time she’d seen him before, he already bore the scars. There was no trace left of the man he used to be.
Not that Emily ever felt sorry for him.
Alex White was like a loyal dog to Isabella, attacking anyone she pointed at, ruthless and merciless.
In her past life, whenever Isabella played the victim, Alex—devoted as ever—made sure Emily suffered for it.



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