"Brother," Oliver called out, snapping the prince out of his trance. His brows furrowed in worry when he saw Maxen looking confused.
There was that one time he saw the same expression cross Maxen's face and he never saw it again until now.
"Maxen." Oliver snapped his finger in front of her brother's face. It was loud enough to get Maxen's attention.
"I'll wait for her outside." Maxen gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing as he forced the lump down in his throat. "She should be here any minute now."
"You can wait for her inside too. You can't stand in the hallway. You'll be attracting unnecessary attention to this room," Oliver spoke in an urgent yet hushed tone, looking to his left and right—checking the hallways.
Although they were on the VIP floor, he didn't want to take chances of people seeing Maxen in the hospital and connecting the dots to Olivia's hospitalization.
