Ryan’s face was alight with pride as he clung to his father’s hand. “Dad, when I grow up, I want to be a scientist just like Mom!”
Bradley ruffled his son’s hair, a smile playing at his lips. “You will be, kiddo.”
A few rows away, Lena arrived with Noah in tow, gently guiding him into his seat.
Noah, dressed smartly in a little suit, sat up straight, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on Charlotte at the front of the hall.
On stage, the master of ceremonies spoke with infectious excitement, recounting the historic achievement of the new generation of artificial hearts—how it had journeyed from the lab to the global market, saving tens of thousands of lives along the way.
“This isn’t just a technological marvel; it’s given hope for a second chance at life to countless people! Please join me in welcoming the creator of this miracle, Ms. Lee!”
Thunderous applause broke out across the room.
Spotlights converged on Charlotte. Her legs, fully healed, carried her with quiet confidence up to the podium.
Taking the heavy crystal trophy in both hands, she addressed the crowd in a calm, clear voice.
“I’m grateful to the International Society for Biomedical Science for this honor. The success of the next-generation artificial heart isn’t a solo achievement, but the result of tireless teamwork from countless researchers.”
“Our team persevered through five rounds of trials, each one relying on the selfless dedication of five volunteers and their families. Except for the first volunteer—my former husband, Mr. Darren—every other participant is here tonight.”
“I offer my heartfelt thanks to all the volunteers who put their trust in us and made the success of the second-generation artificial heart possible.”
Noah glowed under the praise, a smile breaking through his composure.
He only let Lena lead him away after some coaxing, glancing back at Charlotte with obvious reluctance.
After the ceremony, Prince Simon approached Charlotte. “Managing the Griffith family’s affairs, running the Harrington Group, and overseeing the research center… isn’t it exhausting juggling so much?”
Charlotte’s lips curved into a gentle smile. “It looks overwhelming, but most of it is handled by automation and professional teams. I only make the big decisions, so it’s manageable. If anything, it’s my father, Your Royal Highness, who’s put in the real effort.”
Warm affection filled Prince Simon’s eyes. “Well, if I wanted to get closer to my daughter, I had to work hard at learning the language, didn’t I?”
His gaze turned thoughtful, a shadow flickering across his face. “Tell me… Mr. Harrington—he’s really gone, isn’t he?”

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