The night outside the hospital seemed endless, an ink-dark stillness pressed against the windows, swallowing the city in a hush that felt almost reverent. Inside, however, the quiet was alive, tense. Holding its breath...waiting. Cassian Wolfe did not wait. He never had patience for helplessness, especially not tonight. He stood near Elena's bed as the nurses began preparing her transfer, his figure tall and rigid under the muted fluorescent lights. His suit jacket was still on, though it had been several hours. His tie was loosened but still clung to discipline. His jaw looked carved from something unbreakable. But the eyes… The eyes were a different story. They tracked every movement the nurses made, every clip undone from a monitor, every adjustment to the IV line, every slow shift of her fragile body. No one said it aloud, but everyone felt it. He wasn't just a CEO tonight. He wasn't just a visitor. He wasn't even just a man who cared. This was deliberate... Which can be
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