Luis chuckled coldly.
âWe installed it after Mitchel was harassed by the previous nurse.
Yes, to guard against individuals like you.
This camera has proven quite useful this time, helping the hospital to identify those tarnishing its reputation!â
As the manager tried to protest, he was briskly removed from the ward.
Charli, looking ashen, stammered, âI⦠I was just having a bit of fun with this gentlemanâ¦â
âFun?â Luis echoed sarcastically.
âYes, thatâs it.
Nothing more.
Mr.
Stevens, youâre a generous man.
Please donât lower yourself to my level.
Just tell me what to do, and Iâll do it!â Tears streamed down her face as Charli knelt and edged closer to Luis, her expression one of desperation.
âMr.
Stevens, I will follow your lead⦠Okay?â
âDonât touch me,â Luis said with a look of revulsion.
âYouâre filthy.
â
Charliâs complexion paled.
Before she could utter another word, Matteo swiftly escorted her out, sensing Mitchelâs growing impatience.
With these two troublemakers being escorted away, quiet returned to the hospital room.
Ignoring Mitchelâs darken expression, Luis pulled a chair over and sat down.
âFeeling any better?â he inquired.
Mitchel responded with a detached glance, his expression unreadable, âBoring.
â
âHey.
â Luis chuckled, raising an eyebrow.
âYou think Iâd entertain those two clowns if it wasnât to distract you from other things?â
Mitchel continued to leaf through his financial magazine, unresponsive.
Luis continued, trying to engage him, âLook at you.
Either work or bury yourself in these financial updates.
How do you expect to recover without any downtime?â
Seeing no reaction from Mitchel, Luis reached over and snatched the magazine from his hands.
âThe companyâs been running fine under Hectorâs watch.
Heâs just holding the fort until youâre ready to take back the reins Mitchel scowled slightly, but Luis was undeterred by his mood.
â
Ignoring the frown, he pressed on, âIf youâre so eager to get back to it, then focus on getting better.
That way, youâll give Hector and me a break.
You wouldnât believe how often he checks in about your progress.
â
âIâm fine,â Mitchel stated flatly.
âFine? Luis retorted, visibly annoyed, âYou call lying in a hospital bed âfineâ?â
Seeing Mitchelâs stubborn resistance to his advice, Luis grew frustrated.
âAnd youâre not even doing your leg rehab exercises.
Are you planning to stay bedridden forever?â
Mitchel had been struggling with the rehabilitation following a new joint replacement in his leg.
He was still unable to perform even basic leg lifts.
It wasnât for lack of ability.
Luis knew Mitchelâs determination.
When Mitchel truly set his mind to something, he could overcome any obstacle.
It was just that Mitchel seemed to have lost his zest for life, as if he was purposefully neglecting his own health.
As a longtime friend, Luis knew Mitchel well enough to notice this change.
This shift had started the day Mitchel woke up from surgery and didnât find Raegan by his side.
Though Mitchel hadnât spoken about it, some truths were self-evident.