Mark's words hung in the air, their weight sinking into Caesar’s mind. "Cloe William," he said slowly, processing the information. "Also a doctor. She joined Anderson Hospital today."
Caesar was taken aback by the coincidence. "She joined today? And now she's dead?" The implications were unsettling, as if the universe had twisted reality in some cruel, orchestrated way.
Mark nodded, his face grim. "Yes, but she wasn’t like Amara. She was from an orphanage in this country. Not a foreigner."
Caesar’s eyes narrowed. "So, she received her education through our medical school. One of the orphans we funded, correct?"
Mark nodded again. "Correct. She’s one of those kids we pay for—free education for medical training or other fields, medical, engineering, law, you name it. She was one of them.
