But when his gaze fell on the tall and straight figure behind her—Tristan Sterling, that bit of warmth instantly felt like it was doused with ice water, completely chilled.
Vivian Sinclair didn't pay attention to his expression, not offering even a glance.
She walked straight to the nurse, her voice calm yet with a commanding tone: "Could you please step out for a moment."
The tone left no room for negotiation, like a command, or an intentional declaration.
The nurse was taken aback, reflexively turning to look at Curtis Prescott on the hospital bed, her eyes full of hesitation and indecision.
She wasn't sure if she should follow the instructions of this stranger in such circumstances.
Seeing Curtis Prescott remain silent for a moment, then finally nod slightly, she bit her lip, quietly gathered the blood pressure monitor and notebook.
Before lightly exiting the room, she gently closed the door behind her.
