Chapter 2074

Fernando felt the tension in the air and, after ensuring Matthew had entered, closed the door and stationed himself at the doorway, an uneasy feeling settling over him.

Inside, Matthew’s eyes, clouded with suspicion, fixed on Sanford who met his stare unflinchingly.

A moment later, Sanford’s attention returned to Stella.

He spoke in a low, steady tone.

“Keep your voice down.

Don’t disturb her rest.

”

Matthew, however, brushed off the caution and strode directly to the bedside.

Stella remained unconscious, her cheeks unnaturally flushed.

He leaned over, his hand gently touching her face to assess her condition.

Her brow was slightly furrowed, a sign of discomfort.

Observing Matthew’s tender actions, Sanford explained, “She has a fever and hasn’t woken up yet.

The doctor decided to keep her overnight for observation.

”

After listening, Matthew’s gaze turned icy as he faced Sanford.

“Who are you?” he demanded coldly.

Matthew’s voice was cold, cutting through the air like ice.

However, Sanford seemed oblivious to the hostility.

With a smile that seemed too easy, he replied, “Mr.

Clark, it appears you are quite keen to uncover my identity.

”

Matthew cast a dismissive glance at him.

“No.

I simply refuse to allow a stranger to harass my wife in her ward.

”

He placed particular emphasis on the word “harass.

”

Undeterred, Sanford maintained his serene demeanor, his smile only serving to irritate Matthew further.

The sight of this unfamiliar man, with a peculiar gleam in his eyes as he gazed at Stella and the mixed emotions that flickered across his face, left a sour taste in Matthew’s mouth.

With a slight frown, Matthew spoke, his patience wearing thin.

“Please, I must insist that you leave immediately.

”

Despite Matthew’s lack of courtesy and his direct request for him to depart, Sanford met his gaze unflinchingly, his eyes bold and unwavering.

“Mr.

Clark, is this the manner in which you treat the man who saved your wife?” Sanford’s voice held a tinge of mockery, and his eyes seemed to challenge Matthew directly.

Their eyes locked in a silent standoff, tension coiling tightly between them.

Matthew’s gaze was oppressively intense; any other man might have averted his eyes in discomfort.

But not Sanford.

He met Matthew’s stare head-on, his smile never faltering.

Ultimately, Sanford chose not to reveal his identity.

“Since you’re here, Mr.

Clark, I shall take my leave.

We shall no doubt cross paths again in the future.

”

With that, he stood, preparing to exit the scene.