Kayla’s POV
The black Land Rover had just come to a stop in front of the hospital.
The next moment, unable to wait any longer, I swiftly opened the car door and rushed into the hospital in the pouring rain, ignoring Harrison's calls.
Charlin Children's Cross Hospital had a pristine white-themed lobby that remained clean and elegant, resembling an art gallery.
Graceful and dignified nurses moved quietly through the hospital.
Although dressed in nurse's uniforms, they appeared more like noble girls from well-established families due to their prolonged exposure to this environment.
In their presence, I, soaked from the rain with disheveled hair, looked as disheveled as a homeless person.
"Hey! Miss! I need to see your appointment proof; otherwise, I can't just let you in like this!"
A nurse in white attire tried to stop me. Before I could explain, she had already lowered her head and timidly stepped aside.
