Jayrodale General Hospital.

Andrew had just stepped into his office when Francesca walked in, her expression a mix of curiosity and mischief. She teased, "Dr. Lloyd, your old flame's family is staying at our hospital."

Andrew raised an eyebrow. "What happened? Did someone get hurt?"

Francesca pouted. "Oh, so you're still hung up on her? Seems like you care about her a lot, don't you?"

Andrew sighed. "It's not like that. I'm just surprised, that's all."

With a light scoff, Francesca explained, "Christina's fine. But Mrs. Stevens, that feisty old hag, and Leroy were nearly beaten to death. Christina looks completely out of it—pale and helpless. Since you two have a history, maybe you should check on her."

Andrew chuckled. "You didn't sound like you wanted me to see her earlier."

Francesca puffed out her chest and replied with a haughty tone, "I don't want you to get tangled up with her again. But you're the hospital's deputy chief, and visiting patients is part of your job.