Just as Quinn Thorne was about to enter the ICU, Olivia Sterling called out urgently, "Quinn, have you really thought this through? Don't assume that knowing a bit of medicine means you can cure any illness. You don't have a medical license. If someone dies, can you shoulder that responsibility?"
Olivia was a shrewd woman. From the men standing guard around Jocelyn Whitmore, she could tell that Jocelyn's identity was far from ordinary. If Quinn attempted treatment and the girl called Elara still died on that hospital bed, these men would never let him walk away unscathed.
Jocelyn turned her gaze toward Olivia. She remembered this woman had been with Quinn yesterday.
"I trust Mr. Thorne," Jocelyn said firmly, her voice steady despite the exhaustion etched across her face. "No matter what
