I stared at my phone, reading the message from Dominic Beaumont one more time. My first instinct was caution—after all, this man worked with the Sterling Group, and anything connected to Arthur's business was a complication I didn't need. Still, Clara's wellbeing overrode my hesitation.
"Fine," I muttered to myself, typing a quick response. I confirmed I'd come immediately and tucked my phone away.
I moved quickly through the hospital corridors, taking the east entrance as instructed to avoid Clara's parents. The stark fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows as I navigated toward Room 315. A nurse nodded at me as I passed, probably assuming I was just another doctor making rounds.
When I reached Clara's room, I paused outside the door. Voices drifted through—tense, argumentative.
"She's not coming, Clara," a deep male voice insisted. "This 'savior' of yours is probably just using your accident for social climbing."
