The hospital was bustling with people.
The noise was deafening.
Ryan’s voice was so quiet that only she could hear it clearly.
The large hand gripping her wrist was warm, yet it felt as though it had suddenly sprouted sharp thorns, piercing her skin.
Rose looked up. Her face—abnormally pale from illness—remained expressionless.
After studying her expression for a moment, Ryan turned to Samantha, whom he was shielding behind him.
“Let’s go check on Mike first.”
Owen, standing behind Ryan, also spoke to Samantha with concern.
“Ms. Hill, there’s no need to worry about things here.”
By then, Samantha’s expression had softened considerably.
Rose’s outburst had genuinely startled her.
For a moment, she had nearly been dragged into the public eye and made a comp
