One glance at her, and the color drained from his face.
"Young Miss?!" he blurted in shock. "What on earth are you doing here?"
Venice froze when she saw the doctor's face—she recognized him instantly. He was the same physician who used to conduct her father's annual checkups back in London.
She hadn't planned on revealing her identity so soon, and her mind raced for a way to bluff her way through.
Just then, she heard footsteps behind her. Kevin stepped out of the ward, his voice sharp.
"What ‘Young Miss'?"
The doctor was about to answer when Venice quickly stepped forward, blocking him from speaking. She signed rapidly.
[Nothing. The doctor was referring to Miss Cervantes—he's here to check on her.]
Then she turned and gave the doctor a meaningful look.
Though confused, the doctor caught on and nodded, pushing the door open to enter the room.
Venice turned to leave—but before she could take another step, her wrist was seized in a harsh grip.
"Venice!" Kevin's voice was low and furious. "Stefanie is in the hospital because of an allergy, and you still won't stop? You actually followed me here?"
Venice turned back, her expression icy.