Steven Han had never intended to peek at his boss's private messages. Unfortunately, the moment Miss Cruz's text appeared, it lit up Victor's phone screen.
He saw it by accident.
And after seeing it, his confusion only deepened.
What on earth had happened in that ward?
Why had President Steele gotten into the car earlier with such a stiff expression, his jaw clenched tight, and ordered Steven Han to drive him straight to the hospital without a word of explanation?
Steven Han hesitated. Given past experience, curiosity often led to disaster. But this time… he couldn't help himself.
He lightly knocked on the door of Doctor Mark Johnson's office and lowered his voice. "President Steele, your phone rang. It seems to be a message from Miss Cruz…"
Inside the room, Mark Johnson was holding a syringe. His gaze swept over Victor's exposed forearms, and his brows lifted slightly.
