It was incredibly strange. Everything about this man felt intensely familiar.
His build, the timbre of his voice, the oppressive weight of his presence—she swore she had encountered him somewhere before.
"Was that gentleman a friend of yours?" Willow asked, watching Silas's retreating back with a hint of guilt. "I hope I didn't interrupt your conversation."
After all, the man had taken one look at her and bolted without a word.
"Absolutely not," Arthur replied, answering only her second question while breaking into a cold sweat over the first. He would never dare claim to be Mr. Thorne's 'friend'.
"That's good." Since he brushed it off, Willow let it drop and explained why she had chased him down. "My mother mentioned you were here doing rounds on the patients. Since I was already here, I wanted to come over and properly thank you."
Arthur let out a massive sigh of relief. He had been terrified she would start interrogating him about Silas's identity. The fact that she had professional boundaries was a lifesaver.
"Your mother is responding beautifully to the treatment. I spoke with her lead oncologist. If she keeps this up through the next few rounds of chemo, we can start prepping her for the transplant."
"It's all thanks to your intervention."
It was actually all thanks to Mr. Thorne, but Arthur was sworn to secrecy. Deflecting, he changed the subject. "By the way, how was your first day? Are you settling in all right?"
"Everything is wonderful. I'm just eager to know when we can officially launch the project."
"We were planning to give you a few more days to acclimate, but if you're ready to hit the ground running, we can accelerate the timeline. How about we hold the official kickoff meeting tomorrow morning?"


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