No One's POV
Amelia stormed through the glass doors of the hospital, her heels clicking against the marble floor.
Behind the main desk, the receptionists instantly noticed the frantic heiress. They exchanged a nervous glance, recognizing her immediately from the high-society charity galas her family frequently hosted at the facility.
"I need a detailed medical report of a patient," Amelia demanded, slamming her designer purse onto the counter.
The head receptionist forced a polite smile. "Yes, Miss. What is the patient's name, please?"
"Vivien."
The receptionist froze completely. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as her expression stiffened
"What is taking you so long?!" Amelia snapped, her voice rising, completely losing her usual composed demeanor. "Type it in!"
"Well, Miss... I am incredibly sorry, but we are under strict orders," the receptionist said, her tone cautious but firm. "We absolutely cannot share any personal information regarding this specific patient."
