Inside the VIP ward of the family's private hospital, the chief of medicine was already drenched in cold sweat, pacing like a caged animal. The godfather's wife had vanished right under their noses and left behind an annulment agreement. If the godfather decided to hold someone accountable, the entire hospital would pay.
"What happened?" Samuel pushed through the door, and the temperature in the room plummeted. His gaze swept across the empty bed, and the chill radiating from him deepened.
The chief of medicine held out the signed annulment agreement with trembling hands, his head bowed so low his chin nearly touched his chest, unable to meet those glacial eyes. Samuel took the paper. His thumb traced the familiar handwriting, and for the first time, something close to panic stirred in his chest.
He pressed his fingers against his throbbing temples without a word, turned, and drove back to The Castle.