Meanwhile, in the hospital, the sterile air carried the quiet pulse of machines and the soft echo of distant footsteps. Lilly's shoes clicked lightly against the polished floor as she walked toward Nathan's room, her fingers clenched around a paper cup of coffee she hadn't taken a sip from since she bought it.
Pierce, Mark's driver, was standing outside the door, his broad frame blocking part of the light spilling from the hallway. He looked up as soon as he saw her, his face kind despite the sharpness of his suit.
"Good morning, ma'am," he said quietly, lowering his voice as though afraid to disturb the sleeping halls.
"Morning," Lilly replied, offering a tired smile, "Thank you for staying with my brother last night."
Pierce shook his head, hands folded neatly behind his back, "Mr. Bergen's orders," he said, "He didn't want your brother left alone in case he woke up, ma'am."
