The man nodded, his eyes never leaving Isabelle. “Yes, I’m her husband. My name is Daniel Laurent.” His voice was steady, but there was an undercurrent of urgency and concern. The room seemed to shift as if his presence had altered its atmosphere.
Isabelle felt a surge of relief mixed with the overwhelming emotions that had been building up inside her. Daniel’s expression softened as he approached her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders protectively. He turned to Brenda, his gaze firm. “Why was my wife not attended to immediately? She’s seven months pregnant and experiencing severe pain.”
Brenda faltered, the authoritative aura around Daniel seemingly unsettling her. She stammered, “I—I was just following protocol. She didn’t have an appointment.”
