Evelyn Reed strode through the Morgan family's foyer with the confidence of someone who owned the place. Her sharp eyes immediately found me standing near the doorway with Dr. Finch and Dr. Graves.
"Ethan," she said, her voice carrying a mix of relief and something else I couldn't quite place. "I thought I might find you here."
Behind her, Logan Harmon stepped forward, his medical bag in hand. The elderly man I didn't recognize stayed close to Evelyn's side, his keen eyes taking in everything.
"Miss Reed," Helena Morgan said desperately, rushing toward her. "Thank goodness you're here! Your fiancé was just leaving and—"
"My fiancé goes where he chooses," Evelyn cut her off coldly. "And right now, he's exactly where he needs to be."
Vincent Chen emerged from behind the group, looking every bit the arrogant young master he was known to be. His expensive suit and perfectly styled hair screamed privilege and entitlement.
