Seraphina's POV
I stepped up to the reporter who'd been barking the loudest and looked him straight in the eye. "I've already said it: once the hospital completes the internal review on the patient's complications, we'll issue a formal statement. As for my private life..."
My gaze turned lethal. "Neither you nor your 'public' has a right to it. It's called privacy. Look it up."
"You—" He sputtered, but I didn't give him the floor.
"And a word for the person who cut you a check to cause this scene: the truth always comes out. Tell her to back off while she still has a reputation to save. This won't end well for her."
The paparazzi traded uneasy looks.
I caught the flicker of guilt in their eyes—the classic tell of a paid hit job.
"You... you're delusional. We're here for justice, not
