The question hung between them, dense and airless, like a fog that refused to lift. Nathaniel felt it press against his chest, tightening with every second of silence.
He knew the truth, even if he did not say it aloud, he could never put Cassie first. He could want to. He could try. But his principles were immovable, carved deep into him long before Cassie ever entered his life.
Patients would always come first. His oath did not bend for love.
"I understand your point, Franklin," Nathaniel said finally, his voice controlled but strained, "but Cassie deserves to make her own decisions. Let her choose. I'll ask her out on another date, and I hope you won't sabotage it this time."
Franklin leaned back in his chair, studying Nathaniel with the calm of a man who never rushed a ve
