The man stood silently behind her, facing Rebecca.
Dressed in a black suit, Adrian remained wordless, occasionally nodding, his narrow eyes carrying a cold glint beneath lowered lashes.
Christine, focused on Ethan, caught sight of Adrian in her peripheral vision and instinctively shifted away. She expected him to say something to his brother, but he merely glanced at Ethan, completely ignoring her presence. Then he turned and strode toward the elevator without looking back. His tall figure in pure black radiated an untouchable coldness, even the hair at the nape of his neck seemed to reject any hint of warmth.
Even after he'd disappeared into the elevator, Christine could still detect his distinct scent of cedar lingering in the air.
Rebecca had told her earlier that Adrian had arranged Ethan's final chemotherapy plan, signed the documents, and paid for everything.
