The hospital corridor bustled with people coming and going.

Jim didn’t say a word. He just stared at me with those cold, glacial eyes of his—wordless, but resolute. His gaze alone made it clear: his decision would not be easily changed.

“Let go!”

Still silent, Jim’s hand only tightened, a silent refusal.

“Fine, alright!”

I clenched my teeth. At the end of the corridor, two security guards happened to be standing nearby. I gave a sudden tug and shouted dramatically, “Murder! Director Jackson of NYU Langone Hospital is trying to strangle me—just because I caught him harassing a nurse, and now he’s trying to kill me to silence me!”

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