Silence.
Then Harrison’s entire tone changed.
Sharp.
Focused.
CEO mode.
“I’m coming now.”
The call ended instantly.
Twenty minutes later…
A black luxury car tore through the restricted airport lane so fast security personnel jumped aside.
Brakes screamed.
Door slammed.
And Harrison Grant stepped out.
Not as Raina’s husband.
Not as the emotionally conflicted man trapped between guilt and confusion.
But as the president of Grant Group.
Cold authority wrapped in black fabric and command.
Every movement precise.
Every glance controlled.
He took in the disaster scene once…
And immediately started issuing orders.
“Move critical trauma patients to City General.”
“Expand triage into Gate C.”
“Open emergency clearance routes with airport control.”
“Get media containment in pl
