Hailey's POV
Kingsley was discharged against medical advice.
The doctor said it twice, slowly, as if repetition might somehow penetrate arrogance reinforced by money and entitlement. Kingsley listened with the faint, polite smile of a man who had already decided the conversation was over.
"I'm aware of the risks," he said calmly, adjusting the cuff of his jacket as though he were preparing for a board meeting instead of leaving a hospital bed less than forty-eight hours after surgery.
The doctor glanced at me, clearly hoping for backup.
I offered none.
If Kingsley Geralt wanted to bleed internally on his Italian marble floors, that was between him and his insurance provider.
What was my problem was that, for the sake of optics, I was required to be the one to take hi
