The nurse looked around before lowering her voice. “There were things found in his car. Incriminating things.”
“Incriminating? What do you mean?”
She bit her lip. “Documents, receipts… things that could connect him to some illegal activities.”
My heart raced. “So, he’s in trouble?”
“They suspect he’s involved in fraud related to his family’s business. I’m not supposed to say much, but…”
I shook my head, clenching the sheets. “No, he was just… celebrating his mother’s birthday. That’s all.”
The realization hit me like a slap. How could he be having a party while I was fighting for my life? The pain in my abdomen intensified, but it wasn’t only physical — it sunk deep into my chest.
“He… he wouldn’t do that to me,” I whispered, but my voice faltered.
“I really can’t help you,” the nurse said, stepping back. “You should focus on your recovery.”
