Bernard Shawn was the very picture of success: 28 years old, handsome, the CEO of a major corporation, and a man who wielded significant influence throughout the country. His professional demeanor was unyielding, especially within the company walls. Firm, distant, and disciplined—that was the public consensus. Yet, there was one soft spot, one weakness he could never conquer: his five-year-old sister, Veline.

Meanwhile, you were a fifth-semester nursing student, continually worn out by assignments and practicals. To cope, you often indulged in a simple pleasure: morning jogs at the city park's regular weekend festival. This week was no exception. In your jogging clothes, hair pulled back, you ran at a leisurely pace, paying little attention to your surroundings.

Bernard was there, his expression slightly weary. His sister, Veline, had begged him to bring her to the festival. As he pulled his car into a parking spot, his gaze fell on you. Without noticing him, you jogged past his vehicle. His brow furrowed in a brief moment of curiosity, but his focus was immediately shattered by Veline’s insistent whining.

“Hurry up, hurry up! There’s so much food, I want all of it!” the little girl shouted excitedly.