Thor ended the call and turned to Celina.

“Promise me something—you leave here only with me. No matter what happens inside. Deal?”

She gripped his hand tightly, answering with steady resolve.

“Deal. I’ve learned my lesson, Thor. I’m with you, love.” Then she leaned in to give him a soft, reassuring kiss. “Let’s go.”

Thor stepped out of the car, walked around, and opened her door. He waited for her to get out, shut it, and set the alarm. Hand in hand, they entered the hospital, their steps firm—two people walking into battle together.

Inside the elevator, silence returned. But it wasn’t the same silence as before—it was heavy now, thick with anticipation.

The sterile white hallway stretched ahead, the tension almost suffocating, until the elevator doors slid open. Thor stepped out with Celina still holding his hand. Their fingers were interlaced, his protective gaze locked on her, her face marked with exhaustion. But before they could take two steps toward Isabela’s room, a voice slice