Chapter 75

Cora POV

I tried to focus on work, but my mind refused to cooperate.

Every chart I read blurred after a few lines. Every monitor beep felt louder than it should. Aston’s face—pale, weak, but awake—kept flashing before my eyes. Not because I cared for him the way I once did, but because the past had a cruel way of resurfacing when I least expected it.

And Sloane.

Her eyes today weren’t just angry—they were calculating.

That was what unsettled me the most.

“Doctor ...