Chapter 106

GENERAL POV

Owen threw his legs forcefully as he marched through the hospital’s corridor, his face red with fury, his footsteps echoing.

Claire's description repeated in his mind, and with each step, his anger intensified.

The moment he got to the third floor, he stopped to look around the area; his fists tightened at his sides like a gladiator.

Then he turned sharply to the right, barreling down the rear, too focused on his destination to notice much else... until, without notice, he suddenly collided with a large, robust figure in suit.

The man staggered back, a middle-aged doctor with streaks of white in his dark hair. A sthethoscope around his neck.

The man’s face twisted in a wince as he grabbed his shoulder where Owen had knocked into him.

He looked at Owen expectantly, clearly waiting for an apology.

But Owen's red eyes had no patience for such and looked past him, up to the office door where the man had just come out from.

His eyes narrowed on the name tag on top of it, Dr