The doctors and interns nearby also stopped in their tracks, watching Nathan Redgrave in dead silence.
Nathan Redgrave stood tall and statuesque in the middle of the hallway, clad in a custom-tailored black suit. His features were exquisite and deep-set, and he exuded a noble, unapproachable, and austere air.
His presence alone was captivating.
Hannah Hale looked up, her clear gaze falling on Nathan Redgrave. She frowned slightly. "I'm sorry, Mr. Redgrave."
'Mr. Redgrave?'
With one hand in his pocket, Nathan Redgrave looked at Hannah Hale, his inscrutable eyes holding a complexity she couldn't decipher. "May I have a word with Dr. Hale alone?"
Hannah Hale slid her hands into the pockets of her white lab coat. She turned and said a few words to the other doctors before looking back at Nathan Redgrave. "Let's go to my office."
