Cyrus's eyes darted furtively, tracking Gordon's every move—those slender fingers resting against his chiseled jawline, every gesture radiating unstudied elegance. His face remained frozen in marble stillness, yet the sheer intensity of his presence could shatter bones with just a look.
What dark secrets had that private room concealed? How had Grace collapsed so suddenly?
Logan had overseen her resuscitation with surgical precision. Yet even he paused momentarily afterward, baffled. Why was this woman plagued by such episodes?
Grace's vitals had stabilized, though she remained unconscious. Initial diagnosis indicated a stress-induced syncopal episode—nothing critical. Logan arranged her transfer to the ICU.
When the ER doors swung open, Gordon moved faster than even Heather could reac
