Citadel City – SYND Private Hospital
The polished white halls of SYND Private Hospital glimmered under warm lights. The hospital was the pride of Citadel City—reserved only for the most powerful and the wealthiest. Business magnates, politicians, celebrities—people whose names carried weight and whose wallets could move mountains. Getting a bed here required more than just money. It demanded influence, connections, and recognition of status.
Inside one of the VVIP rooms, silence hung thick despite the soft hum of medical equipment.
A tall glass window overlooked the skyline. By the window, Silvey Sterling sat on a cushioned chair, her posture straight, her face calm on the outside—but her eyes betrayed sadness. She had spent the entire night here, her phone untouched on her lap until now.
