Since waking from his coma at Reid Hospital, he'd been under tight watch and VIP care.
Mr. Waters had mentioned that the hospital's proctology team was in a heated debate—should they slice off Eric Vaughn's wrecked rear for science? Someone had to sacrifice for medical progress, right? If not Alex, if not you, then Eric it was.
Like how can someone have this much problem, even a strong laxative medicine isn't enough for that to be this big of a problem.
Now with Alex.
Alex's voice carried a strange pull, almost hypnotic. As his words of moving her grandma to his private hospital sank in her mind, Riley's dull, hopeless eyes sparked back to life, shining with pure, untainted trust.
"Thank you, Sir! Thank you so much!" Her big, watery eyes blinked up at him. Still kneeling, she shuffled forward a step or two on her knees.
"No need to thank me. You're special to me," Alex said, rising to his feet.
Riley froze, caught off guard.
