Morris's POV
Niall stared at me, clearly puzzled. "Mr. Welch, moving up the timeline might impact Ms. Watson."
I fixed Niall with a stare that made him freeze. The darkness in my expression must have gotten through to him.
"Understood, Mr. Welch. I'll handle it immediately."
Niall spun around and exited the hospital room.
I shifted my attention back to Ana lying motionless on the bed.
Only a short time remained until Isabelle's death anniversary. Pushing the schedule forward wouldn't create major complications. I had to give Ridley something else to focus on—couldn't have him hovering around Ana anymore.
I reached for Ana's ice-cold fingers, wrapping them in mine. "This time, it's my turn to protect you."
Late in the night when Ana's eyes finally opened. Darkness swallowed the room except for pale moonlight filtering through the window, casting an oppressive atmosphere.
