As Micah stepped inside the hospital room, Darcy closed the door without hesitation. Clyde remained where he stood. The four men were still there. But now, the atmosphere had changed.
Clyde did not look at them. Instead, he reached into his pocket, retrieving his phone, his attention shifting entirely to the screen as his fingers moved across it with quiet efficiency.
The four men didn't speak or move, their scorching gazes fixed on Clyde's profile.
Minutes passed. The silence grew heavier.
Finally, Clyde spoke. "Instead of standing here wasting time," he said calmly, his gaze still fixed on his phone, "and making those two boys uncomfortable…"
He paused briefly. "You'd be better off doing something useful with it."
His tone remained even, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it. "That man," he continued, "is still on the loose within the capital."
The implication was clear. If they truly felt anything, regret, guilt, or responsibility, then they should act on it.
