Hailey's POV
I returned to the hospital with my thoughts sharpened into something dangerous.
The drive there passed in fragments. Streetlights bled into one another outside the window, streaks of white and amber smearing across the glass. My reflection stared back at me faintly, hollow-eyed and unsmiling. I barely registered the route, only the steady hum of the engine and the relentless replay of what Brandon had shown me.
The footage.
The nudge.
A single, precise movement that turned a public humiliation into a near-fatal attack.
Someone had planned it.
And that realization changed everything.
If someone had been willing to orchestrate violence in a banquet hall filled with Singapore's elite—surrounded by cameras, security, and witnesses—then this wasn't about j
