The Surgeon King's Secret Baby

Kainan beamed at her. “You’re giving my security team a hard time, you know. Andreas is finding it difficult to calm Diego down when you work at the clinic.”

I’m forming a democracy, Andreas. I will still be King, but I will just be a figurehead. I will help the people rebuild Isla Hermosa and they will vote in a prime minster and elect officials. The people will run Isla Hermosa. I will not.

“Chest tray,” Kainan said gruffly to the intern who was in the room with them, and he rolled his shoulders, wincing from the pain of exerting his voice. But he didn’t hesitate as he cut away the man’s shirt and examined his chest.

Come on, he’s stable. He’s fine right now. Eat first, and then you can man your post by his bedside, or I can man the post and you can sleep in a proper bed.
“You want to take a shift by Peter’s bedside?” she asked, surprised. As if she didn’t quite believe him or the help he was offering.
Yes.
“You? Shouldn’t you be resting before your surgery?”
That’s not for a few days yet. Let me take a shift. I want to do it.
“I don’t know...”
She looked over her shoulder at the door of the pediatric critical care unit and he knew the pull she was feeling. He was feeling it too.
It was hard not to when your child was lying there sick.

He shrugged. I have money, and none of that matters right now. Come, let me take care of you. You shall sleep and I will be on call for Peter tonight. Let me take some of the burden off your shoulders.