Damian stood in front of Naim Private Hospital, his posture was stiff, with a tightened jaw.

He checked the time on his wristwatch again.

"What’s taking him so long?" he muttered through clenched teeth.

Vincent should have reported back by now.

Damian exhaled slowly, forcing himself to calm down. He was the one who had asked Vincent to take Kaira out to eat and then drop her home. So, with Vincent taking his time was partly his fault.

Still…

He curled his fingers into his ...