Meanwhile, Ethan arrived at the foundation, but Mara wasn't there. His chest tightened with unease. He checked the house next, but the guards outside informed him that she had gone to the hospital. Without hesitation, he headed straight there.
Ethan was no stranger to Shepherd Hospital; he had connections, people who would tell him what he needed to know. It didn't take long for him to find Mara's location.
But as he reached the doorway, he stopped.
Through the small gap in the curtain, he saw someone holding Mara's hand.
His heart shattered.
Pain coiled in his chest, but he knew this was his fault. He had pushed her away. And now, he had to live with the consequences.
He clenched his jaw, forcing back the sting of tears, swallowing the ache in his throat. Instead of walking in, he remained frozen, watching from the outside, unseen, as regret gnawed at his soul.
