Victor’s POV
After reading the message, a surge of rage explodes inside me. I slam my fist against the wall and yell, the sound tearing out of my throat before I can stop it.
That psychopath actually took Mr. Smith.
A dangerous calm follows the anger, cold and sharp. He just declared war… and war is exactly what he’ll get.
My outburst draws attention. I feel eyes on me... patients, visitors, staff. Only then does it hit me... I’m still in the hospital.
A nurse rushes over, her face tight with disapproval.
“Sir, you can’t shout like that in here!”
I don’t respond. I can’t. If I open my mouth, the anger might spill out again. Instead, I storm past her and head straight outside.
I reach my car, yank the door open, and drop into the driver’s seat. My hands tremble slightly as
