Emily's POV.
The hospital room still felt heavy after my father’s departure. The sharp words, the accusations, the raw anger…it all remained in the air, but Cole stood there as if none of it had affected him. As if he wasn’t just brutally confronted by Richard Hart, a man who could crush him with a single decision.
I waited for him to leave, to snap, to throw his own anger back at me. But instead, he walked towards me, rolling up his sleeves. His eyes swept over me, analyzing every bruise, every scratch Vanessa had left on my body. Then, without saying a word, he adjusted my pillows, carefully lifting my arm so I wouldn’t feel any strain.
“You should rest,” he said.
I scoffed. “You’re acting like I’m dying.”
“You look like hell,” he muttered, pulling the thin hospital blanket higher o
