I turned to Anya, my expression earnest. "I will go and get the prescription filled and bring my wife, Doctor," I said, my voice steady but carrying a note of urgency.
She nodded, her sharp eyes following me as I made my way out of the room, the weight of her gaze lingering even after I closed the door behind me.
As I stepped into the hallway, the sterile hospital air filled my lungs. I made my way downstairs, my mind racing with possibilities.
Lisa was waiting near the entrance, her posture submissive and respectful, a stark contrast to the confident woman she had been before witnessing my power.
"Boss," she said, her voice soft and deferential, "we've sent Madam Nathalie and Tyler to the house. I've been waiting here for you."
