Two hours before Sam prepared to leave.

On the way back from the hospital this time, Sam remained silent. Completely. Beatrice felt the urge to ask what Sam and his two subordinates were discussing. Why did his face become more fierce and gloomy? The aura of not wanting to be disturbed by anything, including Beatrice's voice, was palpable.

"Sam," Beatrice called softly. Her hand was itching to touch Sam's muscular arm as he sat comfortably beside her. Beatrice knew that Rulli occasionally glanced at Sam with curiosity and fear combined. His order was clear, directing their car to headquarters.

"Don't talk, Beatrice," he said.

His voice was filled with a...