The familiar scent of antiseptic and clean linens greeted Anabella as she and Noah entered the hospital. Nurses and doctors moved efficiently through the corridors, but as soon as they spotted Noah, the energy subtly shifted.
Conversations quieted, glances were exchanged, and before long, one of the senior nurses approached them with a polite but slightly wary smile.
"Mr. Vale," she greeted, her tone respectful but edged with familiarity. "What brings you here today?"
Noah's signature warm smile emerged, softening his sharp features. "Just visiting Clair. Is she in her office?"
"Yes, of course," the nurse responded quickly. "Right this way."
Anabella followed, feeling increasingly aware of how easily doors seemed to open for Noah. The staff's efficiency wasn't out of courtesy—it was something deeper, something instinctive. Respect...or fear. She couldn't tell which.
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