She picked up her phone and called Elissa right away, hoping to catch her before she made the journey for nothing.

“Elissa.”

The call connected, and Hadley’s voice came through, low and apologetic. “I’m sorry—something came up today and we might have to cancel…”

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Elissa nodded and agreed that they rescheduled.

As soon as the call ended, Hadley turned to the driver, instructing him to ready the car, and then made her way straight to the hospital.

During the ride, Tamara glanced over, puzzled. “Miss Pearson, I thought we were going to the bridal shop today. Why the sudden change?”

Because Tamara worked under Eric, Hadley kept her response vague. “I need to pick up a friend from the hospital first. She’s a doctor there.”

“Oh, okay.” Tamara, aware of Colleen’s situation, let it rest.

Once they arrived at the hospital lot, Hadley stepped out and immediately spotted Eric’s Bentley parked nearby.

He hadn’t left the hospital yet.

She pulled out her phone and dialed his number as she walked toward the exit of the lot.

He picked up almost instantly. His voice came soft, even-toned.

“Hadley, are you at the bridal shop?”

“I’m at the hospital,” she replied, blunt and to the point. “Where are you?”

At her words, Eric went rigid, cold sweat prickling his skin.

Hadley didn’t let up. “I saw your car. Don’t lie to me. Where are you?” Her voice grew sharper, layered with steel. “When I ask you something calmly, I expect the truth.”

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“I’m… in orthopedics department,” Eric finally admitted, his voice faltering.

“Got it.”

She ended the call with that single word, slipping her phone into her bag and heading directly for the orthopedics department. Tamara, caught off guard, rushed after her.

At the elevator bank, as they waited, the doors nearby slid open—and Eric came out.

“Hadley!” He came forward quickly and took her hand. “Not here. Let’s talk somewhere else.”

“Fine,” she replied, her face giving nothing away—neither protest nor affection.

They didn’t go far, stopping instead at a quiet grove near the building. It was still morning, and with most patients in treatment, the grove lay quiet and empty.

“Go on,” Hadley said, lifting her chin slightly, her eyes locked on his.

“Why are you here? Who’s in orthopedics?”

Eric looked at her, caught between hesitation and guilt.

“Is that such a difficult question?” She arched a brow, the corner of her mouth twitching with the faintest trace of a smile—one that didn’t reach her eyes. She already knew.

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