Rosalynn stood at the doorway of the hospital room.
The hospital's air conditioning was cranked up high. She tightened the knit jacket around her before turning back into the room.
Outside, as night fell, the lights gradually went out.
Under the dim yellow streetlight outside the hospital walls, a woman in a baseball cap and mask, dressed in black, looked up towards the VIP ward.
She clenched her fists, her teeth grinding audibly.
The next morning, everyone from the hotel came over.
Paige's ward was big, but it still felt crowded.
Rosalynn took the opportunity to pull Jaime away.
"Rosalynn, what's up?" Jaime was engrossed in Kate's stories about the bigwigs of Norhaven. Suddenly being pulled away, he was a bit worried.
"I noticed you had some free time, thought I could assign you some tasks," Rosalynn said.
If anyone else gave Jaime a task, he'd usually groan. But if it was Rosalynn, that was a different story.
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