The sharp bark of the hospital director cut through the crowd. Behind him, Darwin strode in with a stormy expression.
I opened my mouth to speak—but he brushed right past me.
He went straight to Beatrice, kneeling down to gently lift her up. "Bea, don't be afraid. I'll find a way. I won't let anything happen to you."
My chest tightened, but before I could say another word, the director's authority forced the crowd to scatter.
Then, with a grave look, he ordered me into his office.
The moment the door closed, his stern façade crumbled, replaced by visible panic.
"Anna! I know this isn't your fault, but listen to me—you must save this patient. Do you understand? She's Augustus' sister. If she dies in our hospital, no one here will survive the fallout—not me, not you, no one!"
I sighed softly.
This was precisely why I dared to turn off my phone last night. I knew my colleagues were capable of keeping her alive long enough. I knew even if I came in later, there was still hope of saving her.
And once that happened, the leverage in this matter would shift.
I looked straight at the director. "Today's disaster isn't only Beatrice's fault. Darwin bears responsibility too."
He froze.