'If he just opened his mouth and confessed everything, the whole truth would come out, and Shay wouldn't have to suffer so much.'
Howard blamed himself, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to say it.
"What? You don't want to go? What will it take to get you to go? What are your terms? The hospital director's position? Or something even higher?" Yuri Sinclair frowned, his tone pleading.
He showed weakness again and again, a complete departure from the cold, domineering man he used to be.
How could Howard not know? Yuri Sinclair truly cared for Ashley Bowen—cared enough to risk his own life.
"I don't need any deals. I can go see her. I'll do my best."
In the end, Howard relented. A smile instantly appeared on the face of the man who looked as though he'd aged a lifetime overnight.
"You should shave. I'm not riding in the same car with you looking so scruffy," Howard teased, opening his bag and pulling out a razor and a mirror to hand to him.
