A sharp knock echoed through the room.
Knock. Knock.
The sound caught everyone's attention, momentarily pausing the tension in the air.
"Come in," Meleonora said, though there was a flicker of dissatisfaction in her voice.
This was an important interrogation. She didn't appreciate being interrupted.
But then again, this was a hospital. Rose was still a patient, and it could be something urgent. Maybe a doctor needed to check on her. That was the only reason she allowed it.
Knock. Knock.
The knocking came again.
Meleonora frowned. Did they not hear me?
Just as she was about to repeat herself, Lucian, who had been standing, suddenly moved.
He walked toward the center of the room where a chair rested. It was meant for doctors to take brief rests during long surgeries.
Without a word, he pulled the chair forward, sat down with a slow, deliberate motion, and crossed one leg over the other. He placed both hands on his knee, fingers lightly tapping in a relaxed rhythm.
