After two hours on the road, they finally rolled into Grayenfall.
Liam had been expecting a café stop, a stroll through town, maybe even a shopping errand. What he hadn't expected was Evelyn casually pointing toward the hospital.
"Pull in here," she said, as though asking him to stop at a bakery. How casual.
Liam blinked at the sign. 'Hospital?' His knuckles tightened on the steering wheel.
He wanted to ask why she needed to go there. But no. He had promised her. No questions. No following. No reporting. Today, he was to be the silent, obedient chauffeur.
So he nodded, parked the car, and watched as Evelyn and Oliver disappeared through the hospital's glass doors.
That was nearly two hours ago.
Now Liam sat in the car, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, staring at the entrance like a watchdog waiting for his lady boss and young master to return.
