A few minutes earlier…
"A hospital?" Kairo's voice was low, more a murmur to himself than a question, as his car rolled to a slow stop across the street.
From his seat, his black eyes tracked the lone figure hurrying toward the sliding glass doors. Even from here, there was no mistaking him—Elione Noa Ahn.
His posture was tense, his steps uneven, almost frantic. He stopped only long enough to throw money at the taxi driver before storming inside.
Kairo's fingers tightened around the steering wheel. His jaw flexed. "Why a hospital?"
The question wasn't casual—it dug at him, needling. Eli's face had been pale, his movements rushed, almost desperate.
This wasn't a leisurely visit.
Kairo leaned back slightly in his seat, letting his eyes roam to the sign glowing faintly above the entrance. His brows drew together when the name registered.
A public hospital.
