Morgan Joyce leaned down slightly, sliding one hand under the young woman's neck and supporting her delicate, slender waist with the other. He gently helped Hannah Hale sit up in bed.
"Did I hurt you?"
Hannah Hale looked up at Morgan Joyce, her eyes hazy like smoke. "No."
Zachary Redgrave walked to the side of the hospital bed and sat down beside her. "Go on. How do you want to teach them a lesson?"
"Drag them up to the hospital rooftop and beat them senseless. I don't mind a little blood."
Tiana Peyton's face instantly stiffened. All traces of the arrogant, domineering attitude she'd shown toward Laura Lowell were gone. She swallowed nervously and began to grovel, "Dr. Hale, you know I never laid a hand on you. Not once. My mom was the one who did all this. It has nothing to do with me."
