Doctors and nurses flitted in and out of the operating room, their faces grim and focused.
Their heir, Logan, is inside the operating room, a mistake that would cost them their whole career if he isn't saved.
The whole city is shut dead, with two prominent heirs within the span of a few days. Fear watched through the press as they all waited outside the hospital building hoping to get good news.
Astrid on the other hand sat frozen, her eyes fixed on the operating room door, with her hands stained with Julian's blood, which she had refused to clean ever since he shot inside with his almost lifeless body.
Seeing her husband that weak was so new to her, he always played the dominant man over, even if it was just a few hours she missed him already. Those few hours already looked like years to her, it made her wonder how she lived a year apart from him.