Before he could even complete his sentence, Alice tugged on his arm, dragging him urgently back toward the VIP ward.
Inside, the atmosphere was suffocating.
Jason Sinclair was pacing restlessly, sweat rolling down his temples. His fists kept clenching and unclenching. His face was a storm of guilt and fury.
He hated himself for doubting Michael and for trusting Zimmer.
He also hated Zimmer, whose incompetence had pushed his mother closer to death.
The weight of failure pressed down on him until he felt like a man already defeated.
When the ward doors suddenly opened, Jason’s head snapped up.
His eyes widened.
Alice entered, almost dragging Michael by the hand.
Jason’s heart pounded as he suddenly felt relieved.
But then he choked on his own pride.
Moments ago, he had clashed wit
