Charlie stared at him in silence, then let out a cold laugh.
Without offering a reply, he turned away with an unreadable expression and led his men toward the hospital.
Derek's eyes followed them, but just as they were about to disappear inside, his gaze stopped abruptly on a young man walking beside Charlie. His voice broke the silence.
"Wait."
Charlie halted, frowning as he turned to look back.
Derek stepped forward, his eyes locked on Larry Cooper. Slowly, his gaze moved down to the white coat the young man was wearing. He paused at the name tag on Larry's chest, his sharp, almond-shaped eyes narrowing ever so slightly.
His voice was calm, smooth. "Larry Cooper?"
Charlie's expression didn't change, but there was a subtle flicker in his eyes.
Derek looked up again and offered a faint, unreadable smile. "You're a psychiatrist?"
The question seemed simple enough, but the way Derek said it sent a cold shiver down Larry's spine. He glanced instinctively at Charlie.
