Just then, a clear yet slightly deep voice shattered the deadlocked atmosphere.
"I didn't expect Mr. Hawthorne to be the one to bring Mr. Winslow's fiancée to the hospital."
Who else could the newcomer be but Julian Winslow?
He strode in, tall and upright, dressed in a black suit that accentuated his slender, commanding figure. Behind his glasses, his deep eyes held a hint of a polite smile—aloof, yet undeniably domineering.
Seeing Julian arrive, Jasper Hawthorne was momentarily taken aback before giving a polite nod.
Julian walked up to the bed and affectionately touched Shalma Hughes's forehead. "Look at you, acting like a child. How did you end up in the hospital when you were perfectly fine?"
Seeing his distant expression that betrayed no other emotions, Shalma had no choice but to play along. "It's just a minor injury. It's nothing."
