“Dad!” Annika cried out, rushing forward to grip Marcus’s cold hand. She ran alongside the gurney as it was wheeled away, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched her father’s trembling, ashen face.
Finally, Marcus was pushed into the operating room, and the slowly closing doors shut Annika’s distraught figure out.
Despite the bright sunshine outside, a sudden chill washed over her. She wrapped her arms around herself, hugging tightly, but it wasn't enough to ward off the cold that seemed to seep into her bones.
Annika desperately tried to suppress any sign of weakness, but when a warm, large hand rested on her shoulder, she flinched, and the tears she had been holding back for so long finally broke free.
Just as she was about to call out Conrad’s name, her tear-filled eyes looked up and met a different face. The hopeful expression on her face froze.
“Tyler,” she said, her voice trembling, “what are you doing here?”
The fleeting glimmer of hope in Annika's eyes didn't escape Tyler. He knew she had been expecting Conrad; it couldn't have been anyone else.
Tyler glanced at the flashing light above the operating room door before his gaze returned to Annika's face. He gently wiped a tear from the corner of her eye with his thumb, his voice soft and full of concern. “I had a bit of a headache, so I came to see a doctor. It’s just a coincidence that I ran into you.”
Tyler was lying. After he and Annika had parted ways the day before, he had been keeping tabs on her. His assistant, Wyatt, told him that Annika had pulled an all-nighter at the Sargent Group. Overcome with worry, Tyler had driven there to find her, only for the secretary to inform him that she had rushed back to the hospital because Marcus's condition had worsened. So, he had come straight here.
“Your father will be fine,” Tyler said, guiding her to a nearby bench. “Don’t worry.”
Annika, lost in a daze, just mumbled, “Okay.”

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