The hospital corridor was unusually quiet that afternoon. The cold glare of the fluorescent lights bounced off the tiled floor, sterile and sharp. Deviana clutched a folder filled with documents—the evidence she had painstakingly gathered. Her hands trembled slightly, but her eyes burned with a newfound courage.

Today, she had to fight.

Her steps halted when she saw Devandra emerge from Leviana’s room. His face was weary, yet still marked by genuine concern. When their eyes met, Deviana’s heart twisted painfully.

“Adrian…” Her voice was soft but steady.

Devandra stiffened. “Deviana, not now. I don’t have time to talk.”

“Wait.” She stepped forward, raising the folder in her hand. “I...