Alaric
Once the car pulled up to the hospital, I walked through the sliding glass doors and hesitated. I wondered briefly if I should swallow my pride, call Dami, and ask him for the exact room number, but I decided against it. Instead, I pulled my hoodie lower, walked straight toward the lobby desk, and greeted the nurse on duty.
"Hello. I am here to see Nico Park, the F1 driver.''
The nurse paused, giving me a thoroughly skeptical look. "And who exactly are…"
I gently lowered my mask just enough to expose my features. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers the second she recognized my face. She gasped, clearly about to scream, but I sharply raised a hand, silently begging her to hold it in.
The absolute last thing I wanted was to be caught in the public eye.
Everyone would wonder what Alaric de Villier was doing visiting his fiercest enemy, and the rumors currently exploding online after our explosive post-race interview would spread like wildfire.
