Her father

As soon as Jordan arrived at the hospital, having just managed to navigate past the methodical yet time-consuming security checks, he quickly yet anxiously maneuvered through the crowded, bustling corridors.

His heart thudded loudly in his chest as his eyes darted from one unfamiliar face to another, his desperation to find Sydney nearly overwhelming amid the cacophony of voices and hurried footsteps.

It wasn't long before his gaze landed on the hallway leading to Anna's operating room, where he saw Sydney seated on a bench, her posture rigid with tension.

Her hands were clasped tightly in her lap, her knuckles pale from the pressure she applied.

Opposite her sat a man Jordan instantly recognized, his head leaned back against the wall, his features etched with the unmistakable strain of despair and helplessness.

Jordan's breath caught audibly in his throat, and he called out her name.