Bryan reached Anderson Hospital, his heart pounding in his chest as Tamara waited by the entrance. His mind raced with everything Tamara had told him. As they moved toward the emergency room, Bryan’s breath quickened, unsure of what he was about to face.
When he arrived at the door, he froze.
Inside, George stood by the emergency room entrance, his eyes fixed solely on Cloe, a look of disbelief etched across his face. Caesar stood by Sonia’s side, his expression a mixture of anger and concern, watching as Cloe carefully stitched Sonia’s wounds. Despite the tension in the room, Cloe worked with steady hands, ensuring there would be no scars. But it was when she went to the basin to clean her hands that everything shifted.
Bryan’s breath hitched the moment his eyes locked onto her. It had
