“Mr. Devandra, we’ve just received word. Madam Vania was in a traffic accident. She’s been taken to the hospital.”

The voice of his assistant crackled over the phone, making Devandra—who had been seated in his office—spring to his feet. The swivel chair spun backward and crashed into the desk.

“What?!” Devandra barked, his face draining of color. “Which hospital?”

“Cendana Hospital, sir. Her condition isn’t clear yet, but—”

The rest of the report never reached him. Devandra had already snatched his jacket from the stand and stormed out the door. “Get the car ready. Now!”

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The hospital corridors that night reeked of antiseptic and echoed with the hurried steps...