A glint of amusement flashed in Simon Macmillan's eyes as he tapped twice on the medical chart with his fingertips.

"Hospital policy protects patient privacy." He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. "Contact the patient directly for visitation."

Lucien Valois's knuckles turned white.

In the past, this doctor would've been begging for mercy on the floor by now.

He snorted coldly and slammed the door on his way out.

In the hallway, Lucien stopped a nurse pushing a medication cart.

"Where's the patient in Bed 59?"

Ethan Roscente stood at the corner, his hand tightening abruptly inside his chef's coat pocket.

The name "Lucien Valois" cut through his eardrums like a blade.

That playboy from the Valois family.

Didn't he learn his lesson from the club incident last time?

Ethan pulled out his phone, eyes glacial.

Inside the VIP ward, Jenna Roland was peeling an apple for her brother.

"Dr. Roscente!" Milo Roland scrambled to sit up but was gently pressed back down by Ethan's hand on his shoulder.

"Stay put."

His gaze swept over the takeout containers on the bedside table.

"Appetite's improved?"

Jenna slapped the fruit knife onto the table.

"There's someone looking for you downstairs." Ethan undid his cufflink. "A Mr. Valois."

Jenna's pupils constricted sharply.

"That persistent cockroach."

She grabbed a tissue and scrubbed her hands viciously.

Ethan leaned against the windowsill, sunlight gilding his profile.

"Mr. Valois has decent qualifications." His tone was deliberately casual. "Good family. Good looks."

Jenna let out a cold laugh.

"Picking men from the trash heap now?"

She hurled the apple core into the wastebasket.

"Married with a wife at home while chasing skirts outside." Her chest heaved violently. "I wouldn't take that filth even if you paid me!"

The corner of Ethan's mouth lifted almost imperceptibly.

His vibrating phone chimed.

The name "Vincent Valois" flashed brightly across the screen.