Catherine was unsettled by Dorian's behavior. But if she was going to confront him, this was the safest place to do it.
Her family was here, security was here, and this place had so many witnesses. Even if a hospital corridor was the worst place for drama, this was the best place at the same time.
"He was probably worried because I didn't answer," she said quietly.
The excuse sounded weak even to her own ears.
Worried men did not make scenes. Worried men did not force security to intervene while her father lay in ICU. This was not concern. This was ego.
William clearly agreed. His expression was darker than she had seen all night. Alexander watched silently, assessing. Maximilian said nothing, but he simply moved half a step closer behind her, near enough that she could feel him.
William noticed and his eyes sharpened slightly. Then, without another word, he reached behind his back and pulled out his gun.
He placed it into Catherine's palm. "Have this with you."
