?Chapter 1200:


    On another floor of Jazmah Hopevale Hospital, just beyond the ICU doors, the air hung thick with the sharp smell of antiseptic.


    Tina walked back and forth anxiously before the sealed double doors, her footsteps echoing in the sterile hallway.


    When a doctor finally appeared through the doors, she hurried toward him.


    “Dr. Hond, what’s ine’s condition? Is it possible for me to see him now?”


    Lenny’s eyes shifted away, avoiding her gaze, his expression hidden behind the surgical mask.


    “Visiting hours haven’t begun yet. The patient remains unconscious and continues to fight for his life in critical condition.” He hesitated, his voice bing t and dismissive.


    “Seeing him right now is impossible. Perhaps you could return during proper visiting hours?”


    Tina’s eyes stayed locked on the cold, sterile doors that separated her from ine.


    It was supposed to be just a mild allergic reaction. How could ine still be unconscious? And in critical condition?


    The metal band of Lenny’s watch glinted in the fluorescent light as he nced at the time.


    “Other patients require my immediate attention. If you’ll excuse me.” With those curt words, he hurried away down the corridor.


    Tina’s brow furrowed with concern.


    Something about that doctor struck her as wrong, though she couldn’t identify exactly what bothered her.


    Perhaps she was simply letting her anxiety get the better of her.


    She released a quiet sigh, her heart heavy with worry, and turned to leave, intending to report everything back to Sadie.


    But as she turned around, she almost collided with someone standing behind her.


    It was Trevor, ine’s head bodyguard, clutching a thermos that appeared to contain soup.


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    He blinked in surprise, clearly caught off guard by her presence.


    “Miss Delgado? What brings you to this ce? Has Ms. Hudson issued any fresh orders?”


    Tina’s cheeks reddened, and she cleared her throat, attempting to hide her embarrassment.


    “Nothing specific, really. Ms. Hudson was deeply concerned about Mr. Castro’s well-being, so she dispatched me to check on his progress.”


    Trevor nodded slowly, processing this information.


    “I understandpletely.”


    At that precise moment, the phone buried deep in his pocket erupted into a shrill ringtone.


    The shrill sound of the ringtone broke the silence in the hallway.


    Trevor offered Tina an awkward smile and mouthed a quick apology before slipping into a nearby corner to take the call.


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