“Melissa,” Matteo growled the moment he stepped into the infirmary, his voice echoing through the quiet halls.
A blonde woman stepped out from her office, lazily brushing her hair back, her eyes slightly tired. “You know you don’t have to shout my name every time you show up,” she muttered before her gaze dropped to the woman in his arms, and she froze. “Wait… what’s wrong with her?”
Matteo ignored the question at first, moving straight to the bed and placing Myra down with surprising care, as though she were something fragile that might break under the slightest pressure. Only then did he look at Melissa. “Check her.”
Melissa blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Brother… you’re actually asking about someone’s condition?” she teased lightly, but the look on his face wiped the smile off h
