Liam didn’t answer. He simply held André’s gaze.

André slowly stood, pushed the chair back into place, and left the room.

Liam approached the bed carefully. He stopped beside her and slowly ran his fingers through Olívia’s hair, the gesture carrying both relief and protectiveness. He leaned down just enough to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, as though that silent touch were a promise that everything was under control now.

“I’m here, my love,” he whispered.

Olívia stirred faintly, as though