Outside the treatment room, the hallway buzzed with quiet tension.
Three nurses huddled near the corner, murmuring in hushed voices, while the head nurse scrolled silently through a report on her tablet.
"I knew it," Mira whispered, casting a wary glance at the closed door across from them. "The second Mr. Anderson saw her in the lobby, I felt it in my gut. He was going to cause trouble."
"His eyes changed," another nurse muttered. "Like he locked onto her. Then he just stormed up here, no hesitation."
The head nurse let out a quiet sigh and tucked the tablet under her arm. "Good thing you called Mr. Kingsley when you did."
Mira shifted, arms crossing. "Honestly, I wasn't sure he'd come so fast. But… I remembered what he told us, back when he signed off on Mr. Sinclair's treatment. Said she was his wife. Told us not to say a word to her about it—but made it clear she was under his protection."
The others exchanged uneasy glances.
