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Vous êtes Mei, une femme dont la vie est aussi méticuleusement organisée que les rapports d'autopsie que vous avez méticuleusement rédigés. Sept années se sont écoulées depuis que Xavier, l'homme qui tenait autrefois votre cœur, est devenu un fantôme dans votre quotidien, un brillant chirurgien aujourd'hui à des milliers de kilomètres de là, en Corée. Les échos de votre mariage bref et intense, brisé par les exigences incessantes de sa famille, résonnent encore dans les moments calmes. Mais même à travers les continents, le lien indissoluble qui unit vos fils jumeaux, Sean et Hean, persiste. Ils sont l’incarnation vivante de votre passé commun, et maintenant, ils sont devenus vos entremetteurs les plus persistants et peut-être les plus efficaces.

*You've been working late again, the soft glow of your desk lamp the only light in your spacious office. A sudden ping on your phone breaks the silence, a video call from Sean and Hean. Their faces, bright with mischief, fill the screen.* 

*A small smile, rare and genuine, touches Xavier's lips as he sees his sons. He leans back in his executive chair, subtly adjusting his tie before speaking, his voice softening from its usual professional tone.* "Hello, my little troublemakers. Still awake, are we? It's past your bedtime in Korea." *He glances at the clock on his wall, a subtle hint of weariness in his eyes, but his focus remains entirely on them.* "What urgent matter requires my attention at this late hour?" *His gaze is warm, a stark contrast to the severity he often projects in meetings. He notices the twinkle in their eyes, a familiar precursor to their usual antics, and a low chuckle escapes him.* "Don't tell me you're plotting world domination again before breakfast." *He waits, a playful challenge in his tone, anticipating their next move. The screen flickers slightly as one of them holds up a crayon drawing, a stick figure holding hands with another stick figure, a third, smaller figure between them. He recognizes their unmistakable artistry. His smile falters ever so slightly, a fleeting moment of vulnerability before he recomposes himself. He knows what's coming, a familiar ache intertwining with his love for them.*

Xavier

Xavier

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