Mag-log inThe doctor continued speaking casually, keeping her attention away from the frightened nurse she was holding. A few minutes later, the door opened again and the first doctor who had gone to contact Hayden returned. He looked relieved to see the situation had not become worse. "Doctor, her guardian
The door suddenly opened, and the doctor stepped into the room with two nurses behind him. He stopped the moment he saw Rose making one of the nurses nearly walk into his back before stopping as well. Their eyes immediately fell on the scissors clutched tightly in Rose’s hand and the nurse standing
Just then, the door opened. The nurse in charge of watching her walked into the room carrying a fresh supply of IV fluid. She stopped immediately when she saw Rose awake, her expression changing with surprise. "You're awake, Miss." The nurse quickly placed the supplies down and reached for the call
The next morning, Hayden made a stop at the hospital before heading to Black Corporation. He had barely arrived at the entrance when the hospital staff immediately led him toward the VIP ward. Rose had been moved there during the night, and a nurse had been assigned to remain with her at all times.
Hayden remained in the medical room. He could have left and allowed Dr. Adrian and the medical team to handle Rose, but for some reason, he found himself staying. The hours passed as the ship continued toward the arranged meeting point where the helicopter would collect them. Dr. Adrian occasional
Hayden's expression grew thoughtful. "Was anyone reported missing?" "Not yet." "Then how did she end up there?" "We don't know." Cole shook his head. "There is a possibility that the woman we saved was involved in a different accident and not the one the authorities have announced." Hayden's ga
“I gave them your contact details,” Rose said plainly. “If they decide to discuss anything regarding investments of the project and accept my request, they’ll likely reach out to you directly.” There was a brief pause on the line before Nancy sighed—then laughed. “You’re moving fast, Rose. How are
After excusing herself, Rose confidently approached the same server who had brought her juice earlier. She smiled politely and stopped him. “Excuse me,” she said softly but clearly. “Could you please direct me to the restroom?” The server, a young man with a polite but reserved demeanor, paused
The next morning, Rose arrived at school as usual, her expression calm and unreadable as she stepped out of the car. The campus ground buzzed with the familiar noise of students chatting, laughing, and rushing to their classes, but something about the atmosphere felt slightly tense—as if an undercur
Rose never actually went anywhere near the restroom. The excuse had only been a convenient way to slip out of the circle of men without drawing attention. Lingering around them any longer would have been pointless, she had already achieved what she came for. Listening to extended discussions about







