Chapter 47 Sharp Glance

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Sophie felt the weight of the man’s icy presence, and her courage faltered. Fear clawed at her chest, rendering her tongue nearly tied. Desperate to recover, she blurted out, “Maybe Mr. Robin had something urgent to handle and had to leave without saying anything!”

Emyr’s jaw clenched, his expression unreadable but commanding. Turning to Tad, he gave a swift, unyielding order. “He was just here. Seal the hospital. Search every corner until you find him.”

“Yes, sir!” Tad responded without hesitation and began carrying out the directive.

Though Emyr had entered quietly, his authority transformed the atmosphere.

Tad’s commands rippled through the hospital, and soon every exit and passage was locked down. Escape was no longer an option.

Meanwhile, in a dim stairwell, Charmaine worked with precision.

She shrugged off her jacket and rolled it into a compact bundle, tossing it into a shadowy corner near a trash bin.

Her hands moved swiftly as she descended several flights of stairs and slipped into an elevator.

When she reached the ground floor, she melded into the flow of people moving toward the exit. Relief washed over her, but it was short–lived. A voice called out behind her, stopping her mid–step.

“Ms. Nelson?”

Charmaine cursed inwardly, her frustration well–hidden beneath a calm facade. Turning around, she offered a practiced smile of pleasant surprise. “Tad? What are the odds?”

The soft hum of mechanical wheels drew her attention. Tad shifted to the side, revealing Emyr, whose presence in his wheelchair was no less imposing. His sharp features were carved with authority, his gaze unwavering.

Charmaine’s smile brightened, and she met his stare with playful ease. “Mr. Emyr! Fancy running into you here.”

Emyr’s patience was wearing thin, his mood dark as a storm cloud. He cut straight to the point, his voice low and clipped. “Why are you here?”

thoughts. Charmaine felt her composure waver under the scrutiny, but she held firm, forcing herself to

gaze lingered on her face, he noticed the faint marks of a mask and the sheen of sweat on her skin. Without a word,

pulled back, clutching

her voice trembled with disbelief.

and laced with suspicion. “You’re wearing a mask, and you’ve been sweating. Why were you at

beat, panic tightening its grip. How could

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You said you didn’t care about my business. Are you going to lecture

inflection, but his eyes missed nothing.

You need one to enroll these days. I just found out and had to rush over to get everything done before school starts. The hospital’s packed today. I waited forever for each test, and I didn’t even bother with the elevator most of the time–I ran between

as she spoke. Her movements seemed effortless, almost rehearsed, as if she had done

scanned it, his brow knitting into a frown with

tension in his face loosened, but his expression

he seriously suspect Charmaine

notion felt absurd even as it crossed

ponder further, Tad leaned in and spoke

belong to Robin. It was discarded in a trash can

like stone..

the taut lines of

time.”

cutting through the air like a blade. “Staying here won’t change that. We’re leaving.”

to give up, but finally bowed

narrowed his eyes.“You’re coming with

one glance at his unyielding expression silenced her. Without

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