Chapter 4
The sterile white corridors of Manhattan Presbyterian Hospital hummed with the relentless, nerve-wracking rhythm of emergency medical equipment.
Ethan paced relentlessly outside the surgical suite, his crisp white shirt stained with blood and his black bow tie ripped off.
The heavy elevator doors dinged softly, and Eleanor stepped out, her emerald green gown sweeping regally across the linoleum floor.
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"You need to maintain your composure, Ethan; causing a public scene at this hospital will destroy the family stock value," Eleanor stated coldly.
Ethan stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes locking onto his mother with a venomous hatred that could melt steel.
