A young woman in a trendy attire clung onto Hart's arm, giggling cheerily as she strolled casually in the waiting hall of the hospital. The way she stared at Hart was unmistakable, Myra observed. Worse, Hart did nothing to stop her. The woman must have a deep liking for Hart.

Her long curls bounced as she muttered something inaudible to Myra. Everything about the lady made her feel so insecure, especially how Hart returned her looks.

'Baby, if we're done with your observation, ...