DOMINIC
As soon as I stepped out of the car, I saw her—Olivia—at the hospital entrance, held down by three security guards. She thrashed violently in their grip, screaming, cursing, her voice echoing through the lot.
Of course, she came here. I knew this would be her next stop. I didn't even need to guess why.
"Boss!" Richard jogged toward me.
I stopped a short distance from the commotion and turned to him. He reached me, bent over, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.
"What's the matter?" My brows drew together.
"Your wife—I mean, your ex-wife…" he began, then paused to inhale. He straightened slowly, his expression darkening.
"She wouldn't take no for an answer. She tried to find where Miss Wilson was."
"And?" My voice dropped, fingers curling into fists at my side.
