"Where’s Jenna? How is she?" Marcel’s voice thundered down the corridor, reverberating off the walls with raw urgency.
"Jenna’s in surgery. She’ll pull through," Dominik reassured him, though the weight of his own worry was clear. After Kai had briefed Marcel on Jenna’s injuries, he immediately notified Dominik, knowing that handling Marcel’s explosive anger alone would be impossible.
"Nik, I’m losing it," Marcel growled, his voice low but laced with fury. His fists clenched, and his jaw tightened, every muscle in his body taut with rage. His eyes, dark with vengeance, burned with a murderous intent. "I swear, I’ll kill the bastard who hurt my wife."
“Marcel, we’re in a hospital. You need to keep your voice down," Dominik said, his tone firm but soothing as he gently rubbed Marcel’s arm
