Nothing more.
Absolutely nothing more.
And since she was already here, halfway out of the office, why not just take a quick detour to the hospital? Maybe check if people were actually doing their jobs properly. That was perfectly reasonable.
Yep. That's the only reason.
Her fingers tapped impatiently against the steering wheel as she thought about it. She wasn't the type to get sentimental. Hell, she didn't even bat an eye when her own father fell down the stairs, brushing it off with a casual I'm busy.
And now here she was, acting like she suddenly cared about work performance in the hospital? Hah. Even she had to admit—it was laughable.
But whatever.
With a sigh, she turned the key and started driving.
She had barely gone a few miles when—
Brake.
Her foot slammed down as the car in front of her came to an abrupt stop. She narrowed her eyes, looking ahead.
Traffic.
A jam.
Ruby let out a slow, controlled breath, fingers tightening on the wheel. Seriously? Of all times?
