In Anderson Hospital, Caesar Anderson stood silently, his gaze fixed on the fragile girl lying unconscious in the hospital bed. Her face was pale, bruised, and bandaged—an unknown stranger who had collided with his car that morning. He barely moved, his white shirt stained with her blood, an unsettling contrast to his otherwise composed demeanor.
The door swung open with a soft creak. In walked Sonia Winter, his niece and the hospital’s administrative officer, her team following behind her. The moment her eyes landed on Caesar’s bloodied shirt, her face paled with concern.
“Uncle! Are you okay?” she asked, her voice laced with fear.
Caesar gave her a reassuring nod. “I’m fine. But this girl came out of nowhere and jumped in front of my car.”
Sonia quickly moved toward the bed, her eye
