He clutched at his chest, face drained of color, gasping for air in great ragged breaths. The man dropped to one knee, his left hand braced against a pillar as cold sweat rolled down his forehead in heavy beads. His mind had gone utterly blank.
Seraphina... was dead?
The conversation on the other side carried on. Once the director had left, Chloe Beaumont curled her lip in disdain.
"What did I tell you? Getting rid of that woman is nothing but good news for us. Once I'm Mrs. Hawthorne, a brother-in-law like you running some little hospital will be child's play."
Adrian twisted his mouth into a greedy smile. "That's my sister, always thinking ahead. We're really going to be living the good life from now on."
"Don't worry. Damien authorized the surgery himself. Even if anyone digs into
