However, the assistant looked hesitant just as he stared down at his wrist watch. "Sir, your show. The broadcast starts in twenty minutes. The public is waiting for your report on Dr. Colburn."
A frown could be seen on Marcus Thorne's face. After Daisy's mother left him over a single mistake following a session with Dr. Colburn, he had labeled the psychologist a "marriage-wrecker."
In his mind, Dr. Colburn was the kind of woman who told wives to push their husbands into volcanoes and watch them burn. He had lived for the moment he could finally tear her down.
But looking at the man behind the glass, for the first time in his career, the fire of his revenge felt strangely cold.
If that man had been a second slower, it would be Daisy's small body under that white sheet.
"Find out who he is," Marcus ordered. "I want his name, his background, everything."
Before the assistant could even turn to obey, a team of nurses swarmed the ward, wheeling the bed toward the elevators.
