The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 9

He hadn’t expected the usually aloof Callahan to speak up for Leilani. Wary of the Langley family’s power, Zeus dared not argue. He glared viciously at Leilani, dropped a “You just wait,” and turned to storm off.

The corridor fell silent.

Leilani rubbed her sore wrist and looked up at Callahan. “Thanks for that.”

Callahan nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment. Her features were cool and detached. Despite just being bullied, she showed no sign of disarray; instead, she had an indescribable resilience.

“Just a helping hand,” he said simply. “Do you need help?”

“No need.” Leilani shook her head, her tone distant. “I have things to do. I’m leaving now.”

With that, she turned and left, her back straight, as if the conflict hadn’t happened.

Callahan watched her retreating figure, thoughtful.

...

Inside the VIP Ward.

When Callahan walked into the ward, Dante Langley was leaning against the headboard reading a newspaper. Seeing him enter, he smiled and put down the paper. “You’re here?”

“Yeah.” Callahan sat by the bed, poured a glass of water, and handed it over. “Grandpa, how are you feeling today?”

“Same old.”

Dante noticed a few wrinkles on his grandson's suit, looking like signs of being shoved. He raised an eyebrow, took the water, and asked, “What happened? Run into someone you know?”

Callahan followed his gaze to the wrinkles—probably from blocking Zeus earlier. He didn’t think much of it and shook his head. “Not really someone I know. I saw an argument in the hallway and stepped in.”

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