"I need you to concentrate on this issue first," Silvester's voice was a low growl, brimming with an unmistakable undercurrent of menace as he addressed Anton. "Find out who is behind the attempt on Grace’s life. Spare no effort in uncovering every detail. I want to know who had the audacity to send an assassin after my woman." With those words spoken, Anton wasted no time and hurried out of the hospital room.
Silvester turned his full attention to Grace, lying unconscious in the bed before him. The room, bathed in a soft, sterile light, offered a semblance of calm amid the storm of his emotions. Yet, each rhythmic beep of the heart monitor was a harsh reminder of Grace’s vulnerability, each sound a stark drumbeat in the dark symphony of his anxiety.
He held her hand with a gentleness th
