Maya's POV
The crisp morning breeze filtered through the slightly cracked car window as Sebastian guided us toward the hospital. His restlessness had been palpable since dawn, manifesting in the rhythmic drumming of his fingers against the leather steering wheel. The silence between us felt heavy until his troubled thoughts finally found voice, spilling into the space between us like a confession he couldn't contain.
"Nothing about this makes sense," he muttered, his jaw clenched as he navigated a particularly sharp bend in the road. "My father and uncles never gave a damn about the company before."
I shifted in my seat, studying the rigid line of his shoulders, the way the early sunlight emphasized the worry etched across his features.
