A man with deep caramel skin, dressed in a laid-back polo shirt and tailored trousers, walked briskly through the bustling halls of the hospital.
His silky hair was neatly braided into cornrows, and a single earring glinted in his left ear.
His silver eyes, sharp and focused, scanned the corridors as a radiant smile played on his lips—but his expression betrayed the worry building inside him. He was clearly searching for someone.
As he passed by the wards, confusion began to cloud his mind. The numbers on the signs weren't matching up.
He pulled out his phone, quickly dialing a number.
"Hey, Tryson," Jude said calmly as soon as the call was answered. "Could you send me the exact location?"
Without waiting for a response, he kept moving, following the direction from his phone.
But it wasn't long before he spotted Tryson, standing anxiously, his face tight with concern. Tryson still had his phone pressed to his ear.
