Casting everything else aside, he sprinted out of the rehabilitation department and rushed straight toward my private ward.
He pushed the door open, only to find the room completely empty.
The bed was neatly made, the sheets folded into perfect squares, and the windowsill stood bare. The expensive supplements and post-surgery tonics he had ordered remained untouched in the corner. Inside the drawer lay our wedding rings and the bracelet he had given me for Valentine's Day.
A nurse walked toward him and said softly, "Ms. Clark discharged herself. She signed the papers alone, refused to let anyone accompany her, and specifically asked us not to notify you."
"Discharged?" William's voice tightened, his throat dry and aching.
Just last night, I had suffered from anaphylactic shock and lar
