Chapter 32

Lana pov

The sound of the thermometer beeping resonated throughout the room as I shifted restlessly from one side of the bed to the other, trying to comprehend my surroundings and how I had ended up there. Suddenly, the door swung open, and a man in a white coat entered with an air of enthusiasm.

"Hello, Mrs. Lana," he greeted, positioning himself confidently near my bedside, his gaze fixed on me with a mix of determination and scrutiny. I found it difficult to understand the reason behind his overly cheerful demeanor, and I regretted using such a harsh term to describe it.

"Doctor, am I alright? Why are you staring at me?" I inquired hastily, gripping the iron railing of the bed for support.

"Nothing much, just that Mr. Donovan visited yesterday and was quite insistent about wanting to see you.”

I furrowed my brows, attempting to recall what would bring Donovan to the hospital. “Don't let him in,” I instructed, a wave of discomfort wash over me

The doctor's expression briefly wave