Lola’s POV
I flinched at the sound of something that fell to the ground. Rolling my eyes to both sides, I knew something wasn't right, so I called him out, “Vincent…” but I didn't get his response. “Are you okay?”
After seconds of not hearing his voice, I left the restroom, only to see him standing at a place, jaw clenched, and his gaze focused on in the air.
I reached out to his hand and dipped my finger into his tightened palm, "What's wrong?”
The sound of a buzzing cell phone pulled my attention, and I picked up the phone from the floor. ‘A prosecutor? Is everything okay?’ All my life, I had feared prosecutors.
What business did he have with one? Was it about his clinic? He hadn't committed anything that would affect his profession, right?
My heart leapt to my throat, and I flung
