Inside the VIP recovery suite, Marcus was putting on the performance of his life. He paced beside the glowing monitors, tapping his chest with a look of dramatic exhaustion."I’m telling you, Miss Maria, it was a war in that operating room!" Marcus proclaimed loudly, waving his hands to emphasize every lie. "The moment your father’s heart flatlined, the whole room went into a frenzy. Lesser doctors would have thrown in the towel, but I refused to let him slip away! I personally picked up the micro-instruments, navigated those delicate cerebral blood vessels with my own hands, and sealed the arterial leak before it was too late!"Maria’s high-society friend swooned, clutching her designer bag to her chest in pure admiration."Oh my goodness, Director Marcus!" the friend gushed, her voice practically dripping with praise. "You are an absolute hero! Maria, you need to shower this brilliant man with rewards! The Grand Dunaris Group should build him his own private wing in this hospital!"

Lauren stomps across the VIP ward, pointing her finger furiously at Jason’s chest, completely convinced he followed her or snuck into high-society circles to embarrass her."What on earth are you doing in Maria's father's private ward?!" Lauren shrieks, her voice echoing off the hospital walls as her face turns bright red with absolute fury. "Are you stalking my friends now?! Did you sneak into this high-security floor just to follow me and create a scene?!"Jason doesn't flinch. He stands completely still, holding his clinical clipboard, looking at his wife with cold, dead eyes."I am not stalking anyone, Lauren," Jason replies flatly, his voice remarkably calm. "I am working.""Working?!" Lauren barks out a harsh, mocking laugh, throwing her hands up in the air. "Don't make me laugh, Jason! Working as what? A glorified janitor? A towel boy? You are a low-tier clinic doctor! You don't belong in the VIP wing, and you certainly don't belong in Maria's life! Stop these pathetic, despera