Three men suddenly materialized inside the general ward. The leading man radiated a chilling aura that instantly drained whatever focus Erica Jones had left, snapping her wide, unblinking eyes straight to him.
Standing right there was the familiar figure of Michael Thorn. Yet the gaze he fixed upon her was completely void of warmth, filled only with boiling rage and chilling indifference.
She parted her lips, desperate to speak, but her body was far too weak to force out a single sound. The late-stage expectant mother pacing the room let out a terrified squeak, pressing herself into the corner and not daring to make another peep. Michael spat out three flat, merciless words.
"Throw her out."
Erica's deathly pale face crumpled in disbelief. Did she hear him right? Throw her out? Watching the three broad-shouldered bodyguards close in, Erica's mother panicked.
