I sighed in frustration. My patience was being tested to its limit today, wasn't it?

But why didn't I think of this earlier? Haze isn't an ordinary person. He's the son of a fucking influential politician. How bold was I to assume I could just talk to him because I'm at the hospital?

I took my phone and called Evangeline. That wicked bitch.

“They won’t let me in,” I said as soon as she answered the call.

“Wait, will you?” Evangeline told me.

After a few seconds of silence, the staff ...