Freya's POV
Desmond Tristan stepped out of his sleek black Mercedes just as I was walking through the hospital parking lot. Our eyes met across the concrete expanse.
"Freya Colby?" His voice carried genuine surprise. "You came to see Jasper after all."
My stomach dropped. Jasper Tristan was here? At this public hospital instead of his usual luxury private clinic? Something felt wrong about this entire situation.
"Hello, Uncle Tristan. I'm here with a colleague on business. I had no idea Jasper was being treated here." I kept my tone respectful but distant, making sure he understood this meeting was pure coincidence.
Desmond's face flushed with embarrassment. "I assumed... I thought you were visiting him."
I offered a polite smile but remained silent.
"Since fate brought us together, could I have a moment of your time? There's something I'd like to discuss." His tone shifted to something more serious, more calculating.
