Hardin’s POV

I could feel the weight lifting off my shoulders as I stood outside the hospital with my men. Freda couldn't make it because of a last-minute errand, leaving me curious about what she was up to. My driver had already turned the car around, and as I got in, a sense of relief washed over me.

As we drove away from the hospital, I let out another sigh, grateful for the progress I had made. It had been a challenging two weeks since I woke up from my coma, but finally being strong enough to go home brought me immense joy. The thought of leaving the confines of...