Forty one

Zeke's POV

As I gazed into Chris's face, his presence irked me more with each passing moment. "Don't you think it's getting late, Mr. Chris?” I finally said, my tone carrying a subtle edge of authority.

Chris smiled, but there was something unsettling about it, his eyes glinting with a hidden agenda. “I think perhaps we both need to leave.” He suggested smoothly, his words laced with a veiled threat.

I narrowed my eyes, refusing to back down. “Might I remind you that this is my fucking hospital, Mr. Chris.” I reminded him firmly, my tone leaving no room for negotiation.

“You may be welcome to come and go as you please, but if your presence is a discomfort, with a snap of my fingers, I can have you thrown out.”

For a moment, Chris looked taken aback, his smile faltering. But then, with a chilling smile, he simply replied, “Of course. See you around, Mr. Reid.” Before turning to leave the reception area of the private ward.

As Chris left, I reached for my phone and dialed Mr Rogers lin