Nathalie Quinlan had just arrived at the hospital and had just stepped out of the taxi.
It was cold, so she wore a coat over her sweater and kept her hat on, its brim pulled so low that only a sharp chin was visible, her contours both coldly sculpted and alluring.
In her hand, she carried an insulated food container.
She made her way into the hospital with ease, traversing the long corridors, then taking the elevator up to the Orchid Inpatient Unit on the 8th floor.
This entire level was VIP wards.
Much nicer than Uncle Cagwin's ward on the 6th floor.
She didn't need to look for which ward Amadeus Yancey was in, her gaze lifted under the brim of her hat and she immediately noticed the second ward inside seemed unusually bustling, with visitors coming and going.
With a pursed lip, she moved towards that ward with the insulated container in hand—
Before entering, she heard Wallace Radcliff's loud voice outside talking to Amadeus Yancey and mentioning her name.