"Marita? Did I hear the name correctly? Or…maybe did I mistake it for someone else's name? But I am sure someone was gawking at me from up there…' Pondering in his mind, Issac frowned his brows while fixating his dark gaze still on the upper floor, as he had already seen someone duck their face away before he could meet their gaze.
But while he harbored a brief silence, a few young coordinators of the hospital rushed to the spot where he was creating a commotion, and urged him in a serious tone, "Sir, you're creating a disturbance in our hospital. It doesn't matter whose nephew you are, but if you're breaking the rules of our hospital, we are obliged to not let you enter inside. Please…we request you leave immediately before we need to involve the cops."
