The soft click of the door behind Delilah as she stepped into Gino’s room seemed to echo louder than it should.
Her eyes swept over the large VIP ward, noting the unnecessary luxury for someone supposedly recovering from digestive issues.
Gino lay on the bed, his hand connected to an IV, his face a picture of forced innocence. Beside him stood a young nurse, her nervous smile betraying her discomfort.
The nurse greeted Delilah hesitantly. "He’s still under treatment, ma’am, and—"
Delilah cut her off, her voice smooth yet firm. "Please, could you excuse us for a moment?"
The nurse glanced at Gino for approval. Gino, with a barely noticeable flick of his eyes, gave her the signal to leave. She nodded awkwardly and hurried out, leaving Delilah and Gino alone.
Delilah set the bag she’d
