Seraphina walked briskly down the pristine halls of Holland Hospital, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floors. She was heading toward the CEO's office when a familiar figure caught her eye, stopping her dead in her tracks.
Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized the man standing in the hallway, talking with a nurse—her father, Neil Holland. A wave of realization hit her like a cold shock. Bjorn had been right. Neil was in the USA, and not just anywhere, but here, in this very hospital.
But why? Seraphina's heart raced, her mind spinning as she tried to make sense of it. She moved cautiously, slipping closer to a window that looked into the adjoining room. Her breath hitched again, her eyes widening in horror.
Alysha Jarl.
Seraphina’s entire body shook with rage
