Evelyn's eyes never left the glowing red light above the operating room door.
She couldn't move. Not while Oliver was still in there. Not while her baby was fighting for his life.
Did Axel seriously expect her to just stroll down a hallway for a private chat while her son was bleeding out on an operating table?
She wanted to laugh, but it came out bitter in her mind.
'Sure, Axel. Let's have a nice little heart-to-heart while my child is fighting for his life. Perfect timing. People may always do what you ask them to, but not me! I can't do that… Sorry.'
Her fingers clench, knuckles white. Her gaze stayed locked on the door, her heart whispering one silent prayer on repeat: 'Please, Oliver. Please hang on.'
Axel paused his step when he sensed she wasn't following him.
He turned to look at her, then raised an eyebrow as his gaze followed her eyes toward the door of the operating room.
That maddening calmness of his wrapped around every word when he finally spoke.
