The wing where Enzo’s room was located was currently empty. As to be expected from VIP treatment.
There were two men whom Rose assumed would be playing bodyguards at the door of his room. They nodded respectfully at the sight of Roman, their wordless action speaking louder than any words could.
The machines beeping loudly, monitoring Enzo's well-being, were an ugly reminder of the worst that could have happened.
Enzo was in the bed, looking slightly pale, tired too, while Ludo sat on a chair in one of the room’s corners. If Rose had to make a guess, she would say Ludo was brooding.
At the sight of Rose and his boss, Enzo’s expression instantly became more joyful.
“What’s got you so worried, folks?” Enzo let out in a teasing tone of voice, despite the slightly pained expression.
