Zeke's POV

As I gazed into Chris's face, his presence irked me more with each passing moment. "Don't you think it's getting late, Mr. Chris?” I finally said, my tone carrying a subtle edge of authority.

Chris smiled, but there was something unsettling about it, his eyes glinting with a hidden agenda. “I think perhaps we both need to leave.” He suggested smoothly, his words laced with a veiled threat.

I narrowed my eyes, refusing to back down. “Might I remind you that this is my fucking hospital, Mr. Chris.” I reminded him firmly, my tone leaving no room for negotiation.

“You may be welcome to come and go as...