Chapter 1455
Chapter 1457:
“Everything checks out. You may proceed.” After confirming the final details, the nurse released a long breath and stepped aside, clearing the way.
Before they left, Grayson spoke again, his tone calm yet deliberate. “By the way, someone showed remarkable courage here tonight. He protected my employer.” His gaze drifted toward Cade, then toward the operating room beyond, a faint glimmer of admiration settling in his eyes.
He reached into his suit pocket and withdrew a business card embossed in gold, its edges catching the overhead light. He extended it toward the nurse and said evenly, “We will take responsibility for all his medical expenses. This is my personal number. Please pass it to him — or to his family. If there is anything they need, they may contact me directly p>
It was repayment, carefully packaged with discretion. And silence.
Once the words were delivered, Grayson did not linger. With a brief gesture, the group began to move. Chris, seated in the wheelchair, was guided forward as the entourage closed ranks around him — their formation tight and protective. They advanced down the corridor in a steady procession, curious eyes following in their wake.
“Who was that man? He looked important p>
“Did you see the people who rushed in? Who could he possibly be? Some hidden billionaire p>
“What a shame he was so badly injured. His head was completely wrapped — you couldn’t even see his face p>
The murmurs spread through the hallway, speculation multiplying with every whispered exchange.
Cade watched them disappear from view, questions stacking up in his mind without answers to anchor them.
Moments later, the nurse who had spoken with Grayson hurried back and slipped the business card into Cade’s hand. “Sir, you were with the soldier who stepped in earlier, weren’t you? Hold onto this — it may be useful.” She didn’t wait for a reply. The emergency department was already pulling her away.
𝘛𝗁o𝘶s𝗮ո𝗱s o𝖿 r𝗲а𝗱𝘦𝗿𝘴 𝗼n 𝗀а𝘭ոo𝘃еl𝘴.𝘤𝘰𝗺
Cade lowered his gaze to the card. The texture was firm, refined, understated in its quality. Stamped across it in gold lettering was a name: Granger Sparrow.
The name stirred a faint sense of familiarity, as though he had heard it mentioned somewhere before. Wasn’t he — a well-known oil tycoon? The head of a multinational conglomerate?
Cade pulled out his phone and typed the name into the search bar. The moment the results loaded, his eyes widened. It really was him — a world-renowned energy magnate worth billions. For someone of that stature to extend such courtesy to the man in the wheelchair, the question was unavoidable: who exactly had that patient been?
Cade slipped the card into his pocket, resolving to pass it to Dominic later. The injured soldier would require extensive recovery and compensation — that responsibility could not fall on him alone. He could only hope the man would be all right.