At that moment, upon hearing what Cora just said, William's shoulders dropped slightly. Then he gave a small, reluctant nod, because deep down, he knew Cora was angry and irritating. Trying to argue further would not only make things worse but would also look completely foolish. Cora was not someone to be easily intimidated or manipulated. And William, even in his arrogance, understood that picking a fight with her when she had made her stance clear especially in this hospital, in her current state was simply a bad idea. She had influence, and she had backup. And if she said she would call security, she meant it.
With a forced smile that barely masked the frustration on his face, William muttered, "Alright, Cora. I get it. You're angry. I'll leave… for now." His tone carried a mixture of wounded pride and veiled resentment.
He was just about to turn around and walk out the door when Cora's voice echoed behind him again, cold and firm. "And take your gift with you."
