The medical staff at Quiron Hospital Madrid, looked at each other as they heard noises from the only ward located on the eighth floor. In wise judgment, they carried on with their tasks, choosing not to request for some level of voice control from the patient and her family. Especially when the patient’s husband had walloped another man not so long ago. The deluxe suite was filled with much heated racket.
"Elena, listen to me," Dean grabbed her fists that were slamming furiously on his chest. "I did not do anything wrong." He told her as she stepped away from him.
"Dean honey." His head snapped to his mother. "Who is this woman?" Liza asked holding a photo of a beautiful Latina, straddling Dean in a nightclub lounge chair.
"Is she the reason why you came late the other day? E
