Chapter 333 Unrelated Individuals

• Even though it was the night of the Winter Lights Walk, the hospital remained crowded. In the intensive care wing, families moved in and out—no holiday could shield anyone from illness or death.
• Natalia took the elevator to the eighth floor. Outside Room 9, Dr. Chris Garcia stood in his white coat, clearly waiting for her.
• The moment he saw her, he hurried forward. His usual scholarly composure was gone, replaced by obvious unease. Adjusting his square-framed glasses, he said, “Victoria… you’re here…”