When Ronan learned that his grandmother had been admitted to the hospital, he left the training center without a second thought. But halfway there, his car's engine gave out, forcing him into a frustrating delay. By the time he finally reached the hospital, his chest was tight with worry and impatience.
As he stepped into the corridor, harsh words drifted from his grandmother's room. The sound struck him like a blade. Ronan clenched his fists, a mixture of anger and hurt coursing through him, before stepping inside.
"You always think wrong of me," Ronan said with disappointment. "I'm not heartless."
He moved closer to the bed where the family was gathered, his eyes briefly scanning the monitors beeping steadily beside her. His gaze shifted to Kieran, who stood at the bedside, dabbing at his wet eyes with trembling hands.
"How did this happen?" Ronan asked, his tone softening as his eyes lingered on his grandmother now.
"Tell him," Azalea urged, glancing at Lucien.
