Chapter 544

Chapter 544:

The CEO ignored her entirely. He waved in the waiting nurses from the hallway, his tone final and immovable.

“Please prepare to transfer Mr. Escobar to a private deluxe ward immediately, with full supervision p>

Grayson stood slowly, his presence filling the room. He looked down at the CEO, his voice low and commanding.

“If I refuse to give up this ward, what exactly will you do p>

The CEO struggled visibly, sweat soaking through his collar. He stepped closer and dropped his voice to a tense, urgent whisper.

“Mr. Lancaster, please do not make this more difficult than it needs to be. This order comes from the very top — it is beyond the hospital’s control, and beyond mine. If you block this, you and the Lancaster family will face serious and entirely unnecessary trouble. It is not worth it p>

Grayson’s pupils contracted. He understood power, and he understood precisely what it would take to frighten this man into defying him to his face. Whatever force was behind this order was operating at a level he had not encountered before.

𝘕е𝘄 ch𝗮𝗉𝘵e𝗿𝘀 𝖾𝘃𝘦𝘳𝘆 𝘄𝖾ek 𝗈𝘯

He glanced at Hector — a broken leg, stable, in no danger whatsoever. A private ward would serve him perfectly well.

He exhaled, let the authority drain from his posture, and gave a single, cold nod. “Transfer him p>

Belle opened her mouth. One look from Grayson silenced her. She stood rigid with fury, helpless to do anything about it.

The medical staff moved quickly, wheeling in a transfer bed and carefully shifting Hector. Grayson and Belle followed them out into the corridor — and stopped.

A team of fully equipped medical staff was moving toward them at pace, pushing a critical care bed with Saul still connected to monitoring equipment.

Walking at the front of the team was Isolde.

The desperation and vulnerability from the corridor below were entirely gone. She was dressed simply, but she moved with the unhurried, quiet authority of someone who had never needed to ask permission for anything. Her posture was straight, her gaze cool and sharp, her bearing so completely transformed that Grayson’s mind struggled to reconcile the two images.

He went still, his eyes widening.

“Isolde?” The words came out before he could stop them. “The nationally critical patient under federal protection — that’s Saul p>

Isolde stopped. She turned her head and regarded Grayson and Belle with a look of complete, flat indifference — no warmth, no recognition of anything shared between them, no trace of the woman who had stood in that corridor and dialed his number three times.

“Move,” she said. “Get out of the way p>

Belle stared at her, then trembled with a rage that had nowhere to go. She pointed a shaking finger.

“You — you are a divorced woman. How could you possibly have this kind of authority? What did you do to get a federal order p>

Isolde did not spare her a glance. She turned to the medical staff behind her, her voice calm and decisive.

“Move him inside immediately. Initiate isolated monitoring. No delays p>