Isabella’s POV
“You spent hours begging me to sign your discharge papers, and then you end up spending more time here than you do at home,” Sabrina groused as she pushed into my hospital room.
Although technically, it wasn’t my room anymore since I had been discharged. I had needed Sabrina to release me for my meeting with Michael. After hours of me pestering her, she’d finally approved my discharge— and she’d grumbled through the entire process.
“I can’t tell if you’re happy about that or not,” I admitted with a wry smile as I searched through the stacks of paper scattered across the table I’d had York bring into the room.
“I would be a lot happier if you hadn’t converted your hospital room into an office,” Sabrina responded with a glare as she surveyed the countless files and paperwork that covered every available surface.
“It’s easier just to stay here so I can keep abreast of Ethan’s situation,” I explained.