LAYLA’S POV:
The ICU hums with the faint whirring of machines. I sit by Elijah's bedside, my fingers gently entwined with his, as if seeking solace in our silent connection.
Across the room, Albert and Ruth stand in heated conversation. Their voices, though low, carry the weight of their frustrations and anger. They speak of Catherine and Knox and the earlier encounter with them.
"She's as disgusting as ever," Ruth mutters, her voice thick with disdain. "And that man is so arrogant, just because he's got money, he thinks he can do whatever he pleases."
Albert's jaw clenches as he nods in agreement. He says through gritted teeth, "If only there were no witnesses, we could make them pay for what they've done to Elijah."
Ruth's eyes flash with a vengeful glint. She murmurs, her tone dar
