Vincent’s pov
I rested my head against the stiff hospital pillows, listening to the quiet hum of the monitoring machines around my bed. The bandage around my forehead felt tight, but my thoughts were sharp and clear. My memory was fully restored, and I was processing every single detail of my life.
Suddenly, the door of the private suite burst open. Camilla came into the room, looking completely distressed and crying at the top of her lungs. Her expensive makeup was smeared across her cheeks, and she was trembling from head to toe. She carried a premium paper cup of coffee in her right hand, the liquid sloshing over the lid as she moved.
I looked at her frantic behavior from my bed, keeping my face completely expressionless. "What happened to you, Camilla?"
Camilla marched straight ove
