Chapter 45
The main hall of the hospital was still filled with light. The white and blue banners hanging from the ceiling swayed slowly in the gentle breeze. The hospital's name, written in large letters, held a different significance today than on other days.
Even after the ceremony was over, a kind of subdued excitement lingered in the air. The journalists' cameras were still raised, flashes going off intermittently, and whispering voices blended into a strange hum.
Mikhail Grayson stood at the front of the stage. Garrick had just finished his special address. Mikhail showed no clear reaction as he listened, but inside, he felt the meaning of every word. Garrick's voice was confident, yet it held a subtlety that wasn't easily missed.
Even as the people in the hallroom applauded, Mikh
