Third Person's POV
"Miss Davis, I was the only attending surgeon on-site the night your brother crashed," Seraphina said, her voice a steady, clinical blade. "If I'd waited for another team to mobilize, Rolf wouldn't be 'complicating' right now—he'd be dead. I suggest you remember that."
"What's that supposed to mean? Are you putting a curse on my son?"
Lillian lost it. She went full hysteric, the "grieved mother" act dissolving into raw, ugly spite. "My son was hanging by a thread and I haven't even settled the score with you yet! Now you're wishing him dead?!"
Lillian let out a jagged shriek and lunged at Seraphina.
Her face was a distorted mask of manic excitement—she'd finally found a reason to get physical.
The double doors to the conference room didn't just open; they were deto
