Chapter 141 Watching Through Glass

• The hallway was sterile and too quiet, save for the distant beeping of machines and the soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead.
• Zara leaned against the cold, tiled wall, her arms folded tightly across her chest, fingertips pressed into her sleeves. She hadn’t said a word since the operating room doors closed.
• Regan stood a few feet away, pacing slowly, jaw clenched, every turn of his heel sharper than the last. The silence between them was thick—like it had something to say, but neither of them would be the first to speak.