Roman Sinclair's question hung in the air, causing an awkward silence to fall over the hospital room. All eyes turned to Eleanor, who looked momentarily confused.
"The ward?" she repeated, glancing around the luxurious private room. "Yes, it's very comfortable. Jasper arranged it for me."
Roman's eyebrows rose slightly. "I believe there may be some confusion, Mrs. Croft. Mr. Percival Covington personally arranged this VIP suite for you three days ago. He asked me to ensure you were receiving the highest standard of care."
Jasper's face flushed crimson. "That's impossible. I made the calls myself."
"Perhaps you attempted to," Roman replied evenly, pulling out his tablet. "However, the hospital administrator confirmed the accommodation was secured through Mr. Covington's direct intervention." He turned the screen to show a digitally signed authorization. "As you can see, his signature is on the paperwork."
