Allyn's POV：
Three hours—enough time to complete a successful surgery.
It was also enough time for the news of my divorce from Luzie Smith to explode across the internet.
The phone wouldn’t stop ringing, the calls endless. At some point, I turned it off, leaving myself slumped on the sofa outside the operating room, drained and silent.
“Sir, the master has been moved to the ward. You should go home and rest. I’ll stay here,” Samuel said softly.
I rose without a word, made my way downstairs, got into the car, and shut my eyes.
The midnight streets were hauntingly quiet.
I faintly heard someone crying, prompting me to open my eyes impatiently.
Outside the window, by the red sports car under the street lamp, a man and a woman were locked in an embrace.
The car sped past, my gaze bare
