Reynold’s POV
“Let me in! I’m her friend, damn it! I just want to see her,” I snapped, raking a hand through my hair in frustration. These bodyguards were like statues—expressionless and unshakable.
“We’re under strict orders, sir,” one of them said. “No one enters unless they’re medical staff.”
I clenched my jaw so hard I thought my teeth might crack.
“Reynold,” Xander said gently beside me, placing a hand on my arm. “Let’s just leave. It’s no use standing here like this.”
I yanked my arm away. “I have to see her, Xander. You don’t understand.”
“You never listen, do you?” a cold voice cut through the tension.
I turned to see Miles standing there, arms crossed, that arrogant smirk plastered on his face.
“I told you to stay the hell away from Daphne,” he said, voice laced with venom
