I dragged myself down the sterile hospital corridor, my heels clicking against the polished floor. The familiar antiseptic smell hit my nostrils, bringing back unwanted memories of all the times I'd visited hospitals to donate blood for Alistair.
My heart felt hollow after my interaction with Sebastian. The distance I'd created between us left an unexpected void, but I couldn't dwell on that now. I needed to focus on the business at hand—getting my shares and ending this twisted game once and for all.
As I approached Ivy's room, I spotted Harold and Tanya huddled outside. They looked up at the sound of my footsteps, their expressions immediately souring.
"You actually came," Harold said, his voice laced with surprise and contempt.
I ignored him and turned to Tanya. "I thought you two were supposed to be under house arrest."
"Released this morning," she replied smugly. "The charges were dropped."
Of course they were. Money talked, especially Alistair's money.
