There was a long, heavy silence in the room. Clyde leaned forward on a sofa and took a mineral water. With a graceful flick of his wrist, he twisted the cap open and took a slow sip. His gaze remained lowered, but something in his posture shifted. A thought occurred to him.
"So," he said slowly, breaking the quiet. "Why was she transferred all of a sudden? Was there a complication? An argument?"
He swirled the bottle absentmindedly in his hand as he spoke, watching the water move. Clyde didn't know why Micah had picked a fight with the heir of the Durant family. He had heard some rumours, that they had manipulated a patient's access to a rare medicine. But he couldn't piece together the full story.
The director gave a short, awkward laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. "Ah… I heard her attending doctor was behind it," he said, carefully choosing his words. "Apparently, he used his family's business to humiliate the patient's son."
Clyde paused. "What do you mean?"
